Tom Traubert's Blues

I adore this song.

HA!

YYYYEEEEEEEESSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!

Look at what I made Mommie!

I've needed a new wallet for a little while now, but I couldn't seem to find one I wanted. And if I did it was more than I wanted to pay, at least I didn't want it enough to pay what they were asking. I found a "make your own duct tape wallet" kit today, and now I have the perfect wallet.

Yay.

Stupid...gross...rednecks...

So. Apparently it's now socially acceptable and cool to hang huge flesh colored/or steel bull testicles from the back of your huge gas guzzling American made SUV or Pickup Truck.

Apparently...

Apparently I'm living in an area infested with low-brow redneck morons.

Its not even clever in the remotest sense. All it says is, "Hello random stranger my Magic Johnson is neither magic nor anywhere near Johnson size." In a way that attracts the attention of everyone you pass on the street.

Really? We went from Calvin peeing on logos to magnetic ribbons for your favorite sports team to bull testicles. Really?

WHAT THE FUCK people. SERIOUSLY!?

The only remotely acceptable version of this abomination I've seen is someone who substituted a big nut (as in nuts and bolts), which at least says, "I may have a small whoo hoo, but at least I finished trade school and am making more than you, college graduate working at a restaurant."

I'm seriously considering buying a heavy duty cable cutter to carry around in the back of Vincent (my Honda) so I can cut those nuts off and use them to dent their shiny American made hoods.

I have to get out of this place...

Tech Savvy

I were truly tech savvy, and not just pathetically addicted to the internets I would have discovered this YEARS ago.

But I'm not.

Now though, I'm cool...er.

... is my favorite e-mail/writing/blogging trick. But if you know me, then you know that in order to get one sentence out of my mouth I require several of these, although they are never as cleverly timed...I just talk faster than my brain can process what it wants to say.

I've also never actually read my copy of Strunk and White.

Obviously.

and my car smells a little like rancid milk.

Especially Bright

The moon is especially bright tonight. Which reminds me of a story, which reminds me of a Meg Ryan line, which is completely appropriate. Something about how stories should remind us of real life, not the other way around. There was also something about butterflies and hats, which have nothing to do with the moon.

But still...

The moon is brilliant tonight and so is Venus...at least I think its Venus.

Go Down Moses - Sullivan's Travels (1941)

I watched this last night. This part blew me out of the water.

teh hotness

Michael York. I think I've had a crush on him since I first saw Cabaret when I was around 9.

My mom didn't exactly remember the bad bits when she borrowed it from the library.

I've always been a fan of the song, "Money."

And Mr. York.

Shifting Tides

The other night I was reading through my old live journals and I realized how drastically different I seem to have become since I started blogging.

For one thing, I don't post a bazillion quizzes anymore. I've seemed to have moved upward and onward to videos. At least they're usually entertaining.

I've also become much more...open? Egads! Some of those early posts were painfully boring. And so many dealt with stupid AFROTC and the military. I let that haunt me for way too long. And I had a tendency to be so vague that even I can't figure out what I was even talking about. (My parents have instilled a healthy dose of identity theft paranoia in me.)

I still rant though. Hopefully they have become a little less...something and more... understanding of others? Broadminded? Forgiving? Less Ass-holish? Pretentiously preachy? Full of my self?

Hopefully.

My eyes are more wide open now at least.

Oh and my writing doesn't suck quite as bad. I can't believe those earliest posts were from half way through college.

Ugh. Boring. Insipid.

I've been blogging much more in the past month than usual.

Hmmm....

why would that be?

Oh! That's Right!

I have no life, no job, and a fast interweb connection in my bedroom.

Bad mojo.

Movie

Not Happening.

M. Night...not your best.

Interesting

I found this article on Digg.

Very interesting, don't you think? If by chance this is a prolonged period of sun inactivity leading to a global temperature drop, it comes at the most convenient time in history. It would effectively counteract global warming for long enough, if it lasts as long as the "little ice age," to allow us to rid ourselves of our dependency on oil and probably save our asses.

A very convenient...coincidence, don't you think?

Of course a sun spot could show up tomorrow and ruin my fun. :(

I want Change

McCain, Obabma...they're the same to me.

Same old, Same old.

That's why I'm voting Ron Paul even if I have to write his name on the ballot by hand.

Sure he may be pushing the limits on what changes he could make as the President, but at least he sticks by his own ideals and isn't a puppet of his party.

That's it. I'm making a shirt.

Richie Havens, Freedom, (Woodstock)

One of my favorite perfomances from woodstock.

Ol' Man River by Paul Robeson on Showboat 1936

Paul Robeson was a remarkable man.

Rumblings

I have this awful suspicion that too many have stopped actually searching for the beauty of the gospel and have decided what is right. who exactly Jesus was and what does and does not glorify him...

we are surrounded by pharisees.

I will not be one.

all that matters in my life is that I cling my King, my Lord, my Liege, my love. He is my only light, but my mom and dad don't seem to believe that.

Why? Because I won't go to church with them. I can't go to that church, I can only see God it the cracks there that let the light in. But I will not fight, I will not coerce, I will not try to convince them that they are wrong, because if they truly love him they are right.

But for me? I have nothing in common with them. I am called to the darker streets where faith is harder, tested by steely minds that seek to destroy and belittle, in their self righteousness.

I was told by a friend from Jewell, that I was the best Christian they had ever met. Why? Exactly because my witness isn't to argue, to use the jargon, to spit out some effing stupid 5 point diagram to salvation. Its to show them what unconditional love does when you do right, not because the law says to, but because it is right.

My language is course. I don't go to church. But I love the only hope in the world more than anything else in the universe. And it shows. It shines-even if dimly- in the darkness I see that needs the light the most. And it is the darkest streets that need the light, a light that does not hurt or drive away, but beacons.

We have enough missionaries to Africa and pastors and sunday school teachers. Send me to Hollywood, into rock clubs, and onto the stages of the world where people go to seek beauty and escape. It is here that the lost hearts open.

The works, worlds, stories, music that I'll create aren't going to be sunday school material. Let's be honest, most of the old testement isn't sunday school material, and if it was, then it loses truth. Jesus Christ Superstar speaks to me in ways that Passion of the Christ never will, why? Its not a wonderful depiction of Christ, but it is glorious in its depiction in the struggle of faith, of destiny, love, devotion, and in the end hope.

JUDAS
"Listen Jesus, do you care for your race?
Don't you see we must keep in our place?
We are occupied
Have you forgotten how put down we are?
I am frightened by the crowd
For we are getting much too loud
And they'll crush us if we go too far
If we go too far"

or
Mary Magdalene
"I don't know how to love him
What to do, how to move him
I've been changed, yes really changed
In these past few days
When I've seen myself
I seem like someone else"

I don't know. Doubt is human, seeking searching.

I just don't think that my parents are going to like some of my work. But if they like it, it probably means that its too tame. And I'm not a tame person, and neither is my message.

Call me a rebel. I don't fit in with the Conservative Church and I don't fit in with the World.

This can be a very very lonely place. I'd be worried if it were crowded.

Truth seems hard to see, and when you think you've got it in hand...it probably means you should start searching again.

long enough? (and sorry for the shoddy grammar.)

I need to get out of this place.

$

people are stupid...

lets sell them shit!!!

literally

Misery Weather

My poor state is getting the shit kicked out of it repeatedly this spring. At least we're not Kansas. Poor bastards.

Squall line after squall line just seems to roll over us.

I'm sick of it.

But I love the Dresden Doll symbol(?) I've got as my header. I wish I would have invented it, it fits me so ridiculously.

I've got to get out of here...said the joker to the thief.

Jaw

the upper class british do not move their lower jaw (if there is a distinction between upper and lower) when they speak.

i am blaming this knowledge, which was imparted upon me in my senior year of high school, with the fact that i utterly fail to properly open my mouth when i communicate...

i want to be british upper-class. which means i have a tendency to mumble...a lot.

Dinner for one

T-Shirts

Thereare so many t-shirts I want

I'm a consumer ho...

What world?

Hmmm...I've really got to get out more.

My mom is home and all is fine.

I have started spending nights with my g-ma again this week, meaning 2 nights a week I don't sleep and I have to cook something on Saturdays...and I get paid for it. (I'd feel shame, but I've been doing this for more than 2 years now and I need the money. I am a poor artist after all.)

I'm desperately working on my guitar hoping against hope that it may turn into some sort of profitable venture...like a band. I'd be good in a band. I really would. Contrary to popular belief through high school and most of college, I have a darn decent voice. At least good enough for rock. I've finally come up with a band name I love, but I'm afraid to post it because someone might steal it. And there's a group on myspace that has the name. But if we're talking dates I've got their page creation beat by a couple of months...

eh.

I am sooooo bored.

let's get this show on the road.

The unflappable flapped

I completely freaked out tonight. My mom is still in the hospital after her knee surgery and my dad and I decided to grab a bite to eat over at the Outback Steakhouse across the street. (they have this Ahi Tuna Chopped Salad with wasabi dressing which rocks my world) When my dad and I came out of the building there were these nasty low-hanging black clouds over the hospital which just happened to be rotating. Meaning that they could funnel on down and go all helen hunt on us. I was very nervous. All I wanted to do was get the fuck over to the hospital and go inside where we might have some sort of protection. Of course it took my dad FOREVER to get over there find a effing parking spot. Then he just meandered over to the entrance. I was getting very very pissed off. You don't fuck around with rotating clouds no matter how cool it looks. I've been through the tornado thing before. I was braver then, I guess. I think the only reason I started flipping out was because I was with my dad and my mom can't exactly walk anywhere at the moment. Of course my flipping out involves taking charge, getting irritable and not appearing to flip out at all.

thats all. that and I'm playing out my current obsession with the dresden dolls in true jenny fashion.

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Two of my all time favorite artists