Why don’t lobsters share?
they’re shellfish
Ha! You’re funny, you’re drinking Newcastle and Jaeger! You’re like a cool guy friend, and you’re not even ugly!
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I knew this guy for 5 minutes when he told me this last night. It was all I could do to not swoon. *sigh* And you say I have a way of bewitching men?? (via afghanibanani) |
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All The Small Things - Blink 182It’s funny. My friend and I were talking about Blink last night. My first concert was the Pop Disaster Tour with Blink Green Day and Jimmy Eat World, and Blink was amazing live..surprisingly!
Activism, Civil Rights, John Lennon, Bob Dylan, and You.
Today’s discussions made me recall that revolving conversation that frequently comes up in the debates held by music elitists.
“Where’s the Bob Dylan of this generation?”
“Who is going to step up into John Lennon’s shoes?”Those types of questions drive me nuts.
There won’t be another Bob Dylan. And that’s totally okay, because we have the actual Bob. We won’t have another John Lennon, either. However, just because someone isn’t Bob or John, does not make their contributions irrelevant. The issues that civil rights activists faced in the 60’s were far more pressing than what we face today. AND THANK GOD FOR THAT. I thank my lucky stars that my friends and family aren’t being dragged to war against their will and coming home in body bags. We have seen the fight for gay rights escalate, and it continues to grow every day. The marches on Washington that happened in the 60’s didn’t happen in a weeks time. Martin Luther King Jr. didn’t bring the movement to fruition by himself. The fight for womens’ rights, and equality of minorities in the 60’s was a breaking point of a fight that was started decades before their time, before most of the college hippies that marched were even born. Equality has always been the work of incrementalizing change, and that is likely the way it always will be.
I refuse to submit myself to the idea that I need a PhD on every topic facing our nation in order to have a justifiable opinion. No, I don’t know everything their is to know about Iranian issues. What I do know is what I believe, and what I feel is right or wrong. It is equally offensive to me that anyone would presumptuously assume that I don’t know anything about foreign affairs, or that I’m sitting in my house jumping on bandwagons and aligning myself with causes, just because it’s popular.
Do you know me? Do you know what books I’ve read? Do you know where I grew up? Who my neighbors were? What newspapers I read? Who my personal heros are? How much time I spend a day learning about the world around me? Do you know what personal responsibilities or restraints prevent me from doing more activist work? Do you know what charities I donate toward, subscribe to, and volunteer my time to? Would you like me to post my credit card statements on my blog site so you can prove that I donate to saving Darfur and help build schools for orphans in 3rd world countries?
No, I’m not Martin Luther King, Jr. I can’t write a song like John Lennon could.
Stop trying to make everyone who is trying to help out a villian because they haven’t wrapped themselves in sackcloth and gone to the White House steps to burn a flag in protest. We’re all doing the best we can.
Hmmmmm! This sounds like a response to the little convo we had on our trip!
I don’t EVER blog. I haven’t really know how to blog, or what to blog about. I’m realizing, however that it’s just whatever. That’s all. Whatever you feel like talking about with the random people who follow you. It’s pretty cool, I guess I just need to warm up to you guys.
So it’s 4 in the morning and I’m not very tired. I’ve just been drinking beers and playing my guitar. And then listening to the same songs over and over.
I’m so done with the same music…someone give me a new band to listen to…I am open!
Thoughts.
Sometimes I’m just amazed that I am as old as I am, and still clueless. This morning, I was thinking back 10 years, and how smart I thought I was. Not only did I think I was smart, I thought anyone who questioned my “smarts” was an asshole. I can’t believe how confused I still get, how conflicted I still feel, etc.
I don’t ever like to seem unhappy, because I really don’t feel unhappy. I don’t think I’m suffering any kind of denial, either. (but you never know…) A few years ago my definition of spirituality and faith took a complete turn. Now, I feel like I am very comfortable in what I DON’T believe, as opposed to what I do believe. I wish I had a more solid path, especially if it could be led by something better than myself. But, I believe in the power of doing right for the sake of right. That always feels good, and it feels it’s best when it is inspired by nothing but your own heart.
I can go for the longest time on a nice, smooth road, without any emotional bumps or pitfalls. However, I cycle through these out-of-body doubt and questioning cycles that, while occuring, seem never ending.
I’ve been so, so busy lately. I’m blessed to have a lot of wonderful friends that stay active. Regardless, I think I need to slow down. I am actually a more of a loner than anything, but I try to fight my tendencies for constant alone time because I don’t think that’s healthy either. Maybe it’s time to really start focusing on the balance. I’ve been going to much, drinking too much, sleeping too little, eating too wrong… I feel dying-ish. It’s not really living. You might be doing, but you’re not really experiencing. The days are running together, the lines are blurred, the stories fade as quickly as they come… it’s just been too much.
I’m not even sure how this all got started. I’ve got so much work to do on myself. I’m still terrified of commitment, despite the fact that one of the best men I’ve ever encountered is madly in love with me. It’s REALLY not him, it’s REALLY me. I haven’t been writing. I haven’t been excercising… gah! I feel so lame. No time like the present to get started.
4 words: 3 day fruit flush :)
Thoughts.
Sometimes I’m just amazed that I am as old as I am, and still clueless. This morning, I was thinking back 10 years, and how smart I thought I was. Not only did I think I was smart, I thought anyone who questioned my “smarts” was an asshole. I can’t believe how confused I still get, how conflicted I still feel, etc.
I don’t ever like to seem unhappy, because I really don’t feel unhappy. I don’t think I’m suffering any kind of denial, either. (but you never know…) A few years ago my definition of spirituality and faith took a complete turn. Now, I feel like I am very comfortable in what I DON’T believe, as opposed to what I do believe. I wish I had a more solid path, especially if it could be led by something better than myself. But, I believe in the power of doing right for the sake of right. That always feels good, and it feels it’s best when it is inspired by nothing but your own heart.
I can go for the longest time on a nice, smooth road, without any emotional bumps or pitfalls. However, I cycle through these out-of-body doubt and questioning cycles that, while occuring, seem never ending.
I’ve been so, so busy lately. I’m blessed to have a lot of wonderful friends that stay active. Regardless, I think I need to slow down. I am actually a more of a loner than anything, but I try to fight my tendencies for constant alone time because I don’t think that’s healthy either. Maybe it’s time to really start focusing on the balance. I’ve been going to much, drinking too much, sleeping too little, eating too wrong… I feel dying-ish. It’s not really living. You might be doing, but you’re not really experiencing. The days are running together, the lines are blurred, the stories fade as quickly as they come… it’s just been too much.
I’m not even sure how this all got started. I’ve got so much work to do on myself. I’m still terrified of commitment, despite the fact that one of the best men I’ve ever encountered is madly in love with me. It’s REALLY not him, it’s REALLY me. I haven’t been writing. I haven’t been excercising… gah! I feel so lame. No time like the present to get started.
This is my favorite photo from last night. We were indulging in a Bon Scott-era AC/DC video before the show, with Willie and Critter making plans for an AC/DC cover band. Willie was getting dressed for the show, doing the Bon Scott back and forth across the bus (also screaming).
I told Critter and Hayley to “act natural”, and this is what I got.
2nd favorite moment from last night: Critter’s Dave Matthew’s imitation while we were eating at Roppolos.
If you’re in San Antonio, run down to St. Fernando’s church by La Mercado, Ketch and Crit are doing a Conjunto set on the steps of the church right after afternoon Mass is over.
It looks like he is touching me in an uncomfortable place.
