The folks who know the truth aren't talking…. The ones who don't have a clue, you can't shut them up! --Tom Waits
You say you've seen
Shooting stars on Portland afternoons
You cry
And charge us with your
hypocritic oath
Your truth states:
Two and one don't make three
But look at me
Outlier among liars
Low living among high flyers
A burnt out cigarette.
My mind wont rest
and my soul's for hire.
This is my epitaph
For Liars, by liar,
(Something Thoughtful)
Ian
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
Sunday, April 12, 2009
How to Dissapear Completely
You can no more win a war than you can win an earthquake.
-Janet Rankin
Tonight I forgot.
I got held up in some over-budgeted cinematic spectacle, and i forgot. For 2 hours and 24 minutes i had no idea that there was anything else currently occurring in the world other than boy-loses-girl, boy-gets-girl-back. It was all, and i loved it.
I cant believe, read can, that as a person i have completely forgotten that there are still daily deaths adding to our countries blood stain in Iraq. A close childhood friend is currently serving, and i forgot completely. Its not just that i did for the aforementioned 144 minutes, but pretty much every second save for about 30 the last time i saw him at home. I feel disappointed in myself and fear that i'm not alone. It is very easy in my mind to focus on the 352 million other things going on in the average life, but i wonder why the fact that my friend is currently risking his life for some unknown (and this is in no way an attempt to get political, as most know, i dont give two fucks generally, but by "unknown" i seek to express the TRUTH that if you honestly think you know why we are currently at war on multiple fronts, regardless of what Bill O'Reilly/John Stewart etc etc, may have told you, you are an ignorant paramecium. The government lies to protect itself, its citizens and we have always been okay with it. Without this deceit, we as a population would know the atrocities and true motivations behind our foreign decisions and would more than likely quit all jobs to weigh in and follow the multitude of fucked up campaigns that are being won and lost on a daily basis...) war is not a higher cognitive priority. It took me looking through the pictures on his Myspace of a 18 year old man suited in (hopefully affective) body armor and affixed with a govt issue M-16. This is the same kid i used to wrestle, staining the be-jesus out of my jeans while doing so, and send home crying because he was a scrawny punk with a lion's heart.
Some of my fondest memories involve him, and yet i forget.
Not tonight. I miss you friend and hope that your efforts afford the people of the regions you safeguard the same popcorn and celluloid freedoms that we take for granted on a second to second basis.
Something Thoughtful,
Ian
-Janet Rankin
Tonight I forgot.
I got held up in some over-budgeted cinematic spectacle, and i forgot. For 2 hours and 24 minutes i had no idea that there was anything else currently occurring in the world other than boy-loses-girl, boy-gets-girl-back. It was all, and i loved it.
I cant believe, read can, that as a person i have completely forgotten that there are still daily deaths adding to our countries blood stain in Iraq. A close childhood friend is currently serving, and i forgot completely. Its not just that i did for the aforementioned 144 minutes, but pretty much every second save for about 30 the last time i saw him at home. I feel disappointed in myself and fear that i'm not alone. It is very easy in my mind to focus on the 352 million other things going on in the average life, but i wonder why the fact that my friend is currently risking his life for some unknown (and this is in no way an attempt to get political, as most know, i dont give two fucks generally, but by "unknown" i seek to express the TRUTH that if you honestly think you know why we are currently at war on multiple fronts, regardless of what Bill O'Reilly/John Stewart etc etc, may have told you, you are an ignorant paramecium. The government lies to protect itself, its citizens and we have always been okay with it. Without this deceit, we as a population would know the atrocities and true motivations behind our foreign decisions and would more than likely quit all jobs to weigh in and follow the multitude of fucked up campaigns that are being won and lost on a daily basis...) war is not a higher cognitive priority. It took me looking through the pictures on his Myspace of a 18 year old man suited in (hopefully affective) body armor and affixed with a govt issue M-16. This is the same kid i used to wrestle, staining the be-jesus out of my jeans while doing so, and send home crying because he was a scrawny punk with a lion's heart.
Some of my fondest memories involve him, and yet i forget.
Not tonight. I miss you friend and hope that your efforts afford the people of the regions you safeguard the same popcorn and celluloid freedoms that we take for granted on a second to second basis.
Something Thoughtful,
Ian
Tuesday, April 7, 2009
Scatter.bRAIN'eD.
Hollywood is a place where they'll pay you a thousand dollars for a kiss and fifty cents for your soul.
- Marilyn Monroe
We'll put flowers in gun barrels
And grow our hair long
The world will be light.
A network of ferals
Will be our community.
Together we'd stand.
I'll hope for immunity
From this rock in my hand.
It's a hailstorm on quiet Sundays
A reign of shattered glass
The gang of royal blue
Will fight us on the clock
Build your portfolios and
provide for your kin
We'll walk the street.
Your brother-in-sin
On tv screens and little machines
They'll watch us through the night
Poke and prod with guilty batons
They'll watch us through the night.
I <3 cops. Last night some little-man-syndrome-suffering-sycophant, which is in itself a supremely surreptitious way of saying what this little boy really was: a major douche, sat by and watched as i unintentionally drove past an octagonal piece of crimson metal. I tried to stop as quickly as possible, however with the human brain operating at a average speed of 20 million billion calculations per second (looked it up out of 1 AM curiosity), and my options being: a) slam on the breaks throwing at least 6k worth of previously pristine musical equipment into Big-Bang worthy chaos, b) attempt to stop showing obvious acknowledgment of the aforementioned arbitrary stopping point but realize that it is 3:21 AM and NOONE(!) could in any way, shape or form be affected by me driving safely forward; I apparently chose wrong in the eyes of the Law. Or Kang. Kim? I don't remember the nice, RZST-worthy ashole's surname.
I may just be bitching, BUT:
1. If a tree falls in an empty forest it DOES make a sound, but no one is affected, therefore in the eyes of a socially adept thinker, said sound could have never existed in the first place.
2. If the universe is expanding, what is it expanding into?
?<-----?????????)o(???????????----->?
say the "o" is the universe(for sake of illustration)
-what is on either side of the parenthesis? I want to be there more than anything in my life. Im an incredibly curious being. Spoken (figuratively) in sober seriousness.
Bah. Scatterbrained.
Something thoughtful,
Ian
- Marilyn Monroe
We'll put flowers in gun barrels
And grow our hair long
The world will be light.
A network of ferals
Will be our community.
Together we'd stand.
I'll hope for immunity
From this rock in my hand.
It's a hailstorm on quiet Sundays
A reign of shattered glass
The gang of royal blue
Will fight us on the clock
Build your portfolios and
provide for your kin
We'll walk the street.
Your brother-in-sin
On tv screens and little machines
They'll watch us through the night
Poke and prod with guilty batons
They'll watch us through the night.
I <3 cops. Last night some little-man-syndrome-suffering-sycophant, which is in itself a supremely surreptitious way of saying what this little boy really was: a major douche, sat by and watched as i unintentionally drove past an octagonal piece of crimson metal. I tried to stop as quickly as possible, however with the human brain operating at a average speed of 20 million billion calculations per second (looked it up out of 1 AM curiosity), and my options being: a) slam on the breaks throwing at least 6k worth of previously pristine musical equipment into Big-Bang worthy chaos, b) attempt to stop showing obvious acknowledgment of the aforementioned arbitrary stopping point but realize that it is 3:21 AM and NOONE(!) could in any way, shape or form be affected by me driving safely forward; I apparently chose wrong in the eyes of the Law. Or Kang. Kim? I don't remember the nice, RZST-worthy ashole's surname.
I may just be bitching, BUT:
1. If a tree falls in an empty forest it DOES make a sound, but no one is affected, therefore in the eyes of a socially adept thinker, said sound could have never existed in the first place.
2. If the universe is expanding, what is it expanding into?
?<-----?????????)o(???????????----->?
say the "o" is the universe(for sake of illustration)
-what is on either side of the parenthesis? I want to be there more than anything in my life. Im an incredibly curious being. Spoken (figuratively) in sober seriousness.
Bah. Scatterbrained.
Something thoughtful,
Ian
Thursday, March 26, 2009
Insanity
When dealing with the insane, the best method is to pretend to be sane.
- Hermann Hesse
I'm pretending.
Sane?
Meh. Gnite. Sanity's for the weak at heart.
Something thoughtful,
Ian
- Hermann Hesse
I'm pretending.
Sane?
Meh. Gnite. Sanity's for the weak at heart.
Something thoughtful,
Ian
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
Heres a theory for you to disregard completely
It is not a bad idea to get in the habit of writing down one's thoughts. It saves one having to bother anyone else with them.
- Isabel Colegate
So my mind doesn't shut off. Never has. Hopefully never will. I'd like to think that it always produces something noteworthy, or at least, something that will further my progression in life, but normally it is just a revamping of old thoughts, regurgitation of stale memories with tacked on emotion, or the subtle twinge of hunger.
As for this very second, i am facing a mixture of fear, happiness, optimism and nostalgia.
Fear: I think its healthy to fear the state of the world. It might just be my cynicism fighting back the aforementioned endorphin-laden optimism that will be explained later, but i am genuinely scared for the future. It seems that so much good is coming out of the heightened awareness of my generation, but i wonder if it will prove enough to truly counterbalance the deepest American values of prejudice, deceit and selfishness. I mean, i have seen so much progress in my short time as a conscious being, but its the small events, living next to a neo-nazi fuck who used to be a close childhood friend, that make me wonder if were destined to circumnavigate. Fashion is going 90's grunge/60's counterculture, music is being pressed through some 80's electronic meat grinder (evidence: "Intimacy" by Bloc Party, "Its Blitz" by YYY's... ps. RIP Nick Zinner's guitar presence via the reincarnation of Gwen Stephani through the once wet-dream worthy banshee, Karen O) and Limp Bizkit touring Summer 09'...
I fear.
Happiness: Comes directly from an amalgam of nostalgia and optimism. I can still look around my room and see remainders of the past; whether it be the torturous Radiohead tour poster i spent way too much(read:perfect amount) on, the bag of Tahitian sand that will never leave my dresser (thank you KaPow), various photos from a long and truly enjoyable love affair that may just find its happy ending some day, or just a reminder that we are playing Silverlake Lounge on April 9th and i "better have the solo from Promise To Arpeggio down and ready to soar..." It is always comforting to be able to see both where i have been and where i hope to go in the same mental screen shot.
This is my life, my mind doesn't pause. I hope this helps.
And thus it begins, my Internet confessional. Read me, or don't.
Something Thoughtful,
Ian
- Isabel Colegate
So my mind doesn't shut off. Never has. Hopefully never will. I'd like to think that it always produces something noteworthy, or at least, something that will further my progression in life, but normally it is just a revamping of old thoughts, regurgitation of stale memories with tacked on emotion, or the subtle twinge of hunger.
As for this very second, i am facing a mixture of fear, happiness, optimism and nostalgia.
Fear: I think its healthy to fear the state of the world. It might just be my cynicism fighting back the aforementioned endorphin-laden optimism that will be explained later, but i am genuinely scared for the future. It seems that so much good is coming out of the heightened awareness of my generation, but i wonder if it will prove enough to truly counterbalance the deepest American values of prejudice, deceit and selfishness. I mean, i have seen so much progress in my short time as a conscious being, but its the small events, living next to a neo-nazi fuck who used to be a close childhood friend, that make me wonder if were destined to circumnavigate. Fashion is going 90's grunge/60's counterculture, music is being pressed through some 80's electronic meat grinder (evidence: "Intimacy" by Bloc Party, "Its Blitz" by YYY's... ps. RIP Nick Zinner's guitar presence via the reincarnation of Gwen Stephani through the once wet-dream worthy banshee, Karen O) and Limp Bizkit touring Summer 09'...
I fear.
Happiness: Comes directly from an amalgam of nostalgia and optimism. I can still look around my room and see remainders of the past; whether it be the torturous Radiohead tour poster i spent way too much(read:perfect amount) on, the bag of Tahitian sand that will never leave my dresser (thank you KaPow), various photos from a long and truly enjoyable love affair that may just find its happy ending some day, or just a reminder that we are playing Silverlake Lounge on April 9th and i "better have the solo from Promise To Arpeggio down and ready to soar..." It is always comforting to be able to see both where i have been and where i hope to go in the same mental screen shot.
This is my life, my mind doesn't pause. I hope this helps.
And thus it begins, my Internet confessional. Read me, or don't.
Something Thoughtful,
Ian
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