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Jumat, 16 Desember 2011

The Last Of The Heroes, Fuck

He didn't like Dj Mama-T. I think he called her a fraud, or sunthin...

This is Hitch 101...but then again, they all are.


Nothing to add to this.

Because he is an awesome journalist, he volunteered to be water boarded. And that is also why I'm a blogger, not a journalist.

Some how I just don't think it will be this sanitary when it really goes down (isn't is supposed to be stinky-n-shit like that).

Why would one of the "cool guys" stay home Fri/Sat nite to watch  theist/nontheist debates, when he (me) could be chillin', and I'll just say it...with drugs, alcohol and pretty ladies and music...my hero, Hitch.
He knew his lifestyle, admitted that it probably wasn't the most healthy choice...but freekin' "a" man, it was his choice.

No regrets buddy. Can I/you/we/us honestly look at our lifestyles and say there are no regrets

White suits plus that English accent equals automatic elegance.

This one is about Mayor Bloomberg making it illegal to bike without ye'r feet on the pedals or some shit like that.



I like this one. It's 1968 and he's getting arrested for something, but to me...it looks like a cool album cover from the Small Faces, The Who, Quadrophenia etc...

Books buddy. Literature , books, art, intellectual...WTF...oh yaz, he likes his drink (and so do I).

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Kind gentle and very good looking readers, as you know...it has been a shitty year. Just when you think it can't get any worse, it does and then it does again. Then you get to the point where you think "I'm gonna stop believing that it can't get any worse, because obviously..." Then it fuckin' gets worse again. Depression, anxiety, anger management, lack of feelings, too much feelings, there's not enuff sun, the sun that is here is no enuff, etc....

Then my hero dies.

This year I have, now, lost three people that I looked up to. In fact, they were the only ones. Hitch is the most devastating. The other two I'll go Asian and blame myself, but Hitch...fuckin' "a" man, even tho we have never even met...I still consider him/you my mentor. I couldn't write this earlier. I was crying too much. It's funny isn't it, that someone you haven't even met can have such an influence on you (me). Yea, funny shit (that crying uncontrollably in a restaurant when everyone is looking at you).

So...yea, I dunno what to say. I'm gonna pull myself up by those bootstraps that people keep talking about. I fell off the horse and now I'm gonna punch it in the mouth, bike-fall-up-again, it can't get any worse, a new day, another chapter, one day at a time, moment by moment, I'm gonna beat this shit, bla bla bla bla.....

Goodbye Hitch. You are my hero.



Selasa, 25 Oktober 2011

The Intelligent Designer

 Howz about a quick hitter, a bong hit of a post, morning wake and bake/post...and then later I'll get down to that good 'ol (serious) atheist blogging that I heart so much. I'm not a consumer and I have no allegiance to any brands or anything. I'm slightly miffed, if that is the correct word, at all the whoopla of the passing of Steve Jobs (I don't have a phone of any kind, or an iPod, I'am writing on a borrowed iBook...but it's a G4). I just like stuffs that works and if possible, looks good. Still I can appreciate all the hearting that peeps have for their technology guru/savior/God if you will, Steve-o. Here's some thought's on the dude and the new book about dude.


Steve-o's dad was a tool head wrencher that taught him about good design at a young age. Personally I think design doesn't get enuff attention and is waaaaaaaayyyyyyyyyyyy under appreciated. It is art. That is how I see it. So any who...Steve-o's dad said something like...yea, anyways boy design is totally important, even if you can't see it. Just like a fence or a cabinet or drawer that has a front and back and even if you don't see it, you will know it's there. That is so awesome. Doing good work for the sake of doing good and great work. Sort of reminds me of my Catholic upbringing. We/I/you/us were guilt tripped into always doing the correct thing because the great surveillance camera in the sky was watching...always. Why not just do the correct thing, because it is the right thing to do. Go figure.

When Steve-o was totally dyeing, ya know he had the cancer, he told the biographer (Walter Isaacson) that he was 50/50 on the existence of God. Really peeps the big "D", death, will make ya think about all the atheist-y and religious stuffs like nothing else (and I say that because I struggle with the not as big "D", depression, which, at least to me, is very much like death. any who...). He also says that he hopes that there is an afterlife.

"...I want to believe that something endures, that your wisdom that you accumulate, that the knowledge that you have somehow is able to endure after you die." And then he goes on to say, "...Maybe {there is just} an on/off switch" and when you die, that is it. Don't forget, dude dabbled in Buddhism for a while, that is after he dumped Christianity. It is very Buddhist and very human to want to believe and desire that you go on somehow (c'mon atheists, admit it. just be honest, yo). And at the same time, it is very materialist, especially when the reports of your coming demise are not greatly exaggerated, to admit that when it's over...it is over.

Steve-o's passing is truly epic in the way that the peeps mourn him. Like I said, not a big deal-eo to me, but I can appreciate (is that the correct word to use?) what he has done and how he has changed the way people communicate, listen to music and even, the way we navigate thru the world. I have a feeling that there will be a new Internet meme going around that goes something like this...

WWSJD.

* NPR