QOD…Question of the day-i.e. why does this happen on the daily—this question aint like vitamins

Every morning my co-worker asks me what is new. What’s new? Harmless question. Kind of. I mean in an office setting how much can i really say? How much detail can I really give and uphold the atomic level of status I currently have? I know how I would answer friends. I would say a few days ago I had a fit of insomnia and consequently read instruction manuals. But I say that in an office and I am crazy. I know what i would say to my family. I would say I am worried about my sister cause I think she is at risk of overlooking how amazing she is and that I am getting really nervous about the fate of my fellowship applications. But I say that in an office and i am giving waaay too much personal info. I could tell my office co-workers…really boss…that I got a new toy camera (cheap all plastic camera from the 70s) and I am really excited to use it, but I have said this to too many people and consequently that response is a little stale. I could tell her I now have a band, but for some reason that just seems weird. I am probably over thinking this too much. But every day she asks and every day i am kind of caught off guard and just say “same old”. This place has a tendency to extract every ounce of my humor and creativity from my body, so i am not really sure if i am capable of saying more than “same old”.
Oh well…I guess them thinking i am bland and boring is ok. I mean mad people thought clark kent was bland and boring.

Yes yes. After work I superman (my apologies for the unnecessary souljaboy reference).

A Huricane

Last night one of my college dreams came true. I had my first band rehearsal. Yes yes, I am in a band. Better yet, it is a bad with two of the radest people around. Tom “was killed by lions” stackpole and Amelie “The unicorn” Hopkins. The whole thing came together after talking with Amelie and finding out that both of us regretted never having a band in college. We had a rehearsal it was electric. Tons of chemistry, lots of sensitivity, distortion, fast 3 chord post grunge/punk anthems with a decent amount of pop sensibility. After the 1st rehearsal we have one complete song and another song that just needs some lyrics attached (already written) and some slight tweaking. Expect a link to our myspace page once we get four songs and expect one hell of a performance in a month or so.
Look out small liberal arts college on the east coast that I will not name, the coolest student band you have never heard is about to kick your ass.

Everyone can be emo every now and then

I am sure most of you are familiar with phantom limb syndrome. For those who are too timid to ask, it is when someone who has recently suffered the loss of a limb still feels as if their limb is attached. The person who is affected by this could get up and try to walk totally unaware of the fact that their leg is no longer on their body.
Recently, as in today, I have been experiencing my own little phantom syndrome. Accept, in my case i am not missing a leg or limb, but rather my (ex???)girlfriend. I know I know. This sounds like something better fit for livejournal, but it is really strange cause I have never experienced anything like this. Typically break ups have occurred because of cheating, loss of interest, or some other break from the romantic contract. But in this case it is just simply distance. There were no bad feelings. No broken pieces of furniture strewn across the room. Just a mutual understanding that distance would not work. We parted still totally enamored with one another. Which brings me to my point. I still feel as if we are together forgetting that she is in another country and that we are no longer together.
For example. today on my way back from the skatepark I went to call her. Picked up my phone and went to find her in my recent calls, before realizing I cant call her. I still think next week I will be seeing her. It has not all sunk in. So I am stumbling. Falling on my face, cause I can’t seem to remember that things are done. And our old frequency of contact is no more.

Lunar Eclipse…no not the gum

Tonight was a full lunar eclipse. In case you missed it you can catch another one December 2010. It was nice. between 10-10:50 EST the moon, sun, and the earth are perfectly aligned-thanks wikipedia. The moon turned the color of rust and I stared in awe.
Today I also watched american idol for the first time. Thoughts…and this is probably not original but wouldnt it be funny if our presidential elections were in the same format?
Like the candidates do a little rhetorical song and dance in some snazzy outfit, judges critique and comment on the performance, and the public judges. I know this sounds like what already happens, but in the spirit of Idol I was think the revamped elections would have three judges…one nice, one medium, and one completely cynical, and voting would happen via phone and text messaging. Imagine after some comment from the cynical judge about how Clinton didnt loosen up enough on her take on health care a number comes up like 1888 465 0001 for Clinton-she smiles and holds up her index finger.
I wonder what song they would perform? Clinton-These boots were made for walking….Obama-Changes by bowie…McCain-Forever young….Huckabee Jesus doesnt want me for a sunbeam.
Think about it.

I am really easy to please

I have been working on a photoshop banner for my employers website for a few hours now. It is finally finished, but that is not the good news. The good news is that I am excited. I am excited because I going to drive to the only (real) indoor skatepark in Maine today. Whoop. Yes final going to get to blade after too many months of cold and ice. Look out Bath here I come and I am going to get dirty.

Here is a clip of some skating for all you non-believers out there who think rollerblading is lame.
http://youtube.com/watch?v=b0P0xSUoamc

Flicks From the Theater Job

Part of Kash
Vain before a touch up
Vain Final
Angie
Angie Final
Amaze…my inspiration

Aerosol Dayz

Last night some friends and I painted the theater at my school. I left with a crunching headache that did not subside in the morning. Will finish tonight after I get some El Salvadorian food. Due to the massive amount of fumes I inhaled last night despite wearing a mask I am a little slow today. So I am going to write a particularly shallow post.

Ten reasons Why you should rent Lindsay Lohan’s flick “I know who Killed Me.”

1.) They call it is a drama/horror but it is really one of the best comedies of 2007.
2.) Lohan is a double amputee with a bionic arm
3.) gratuitous and awkwardly long strip tease segment
4.) TONS of symbolism…more symbolism than bro’s at a DMB festival sponsored by game cube
5.) Stigmata
6.) Lohan hallucinates and starts yapping at the mirror…mirror mirror on the wall will my career recover from this cinematic fall?
7.) The plot is kind of like 1/3 part parent trap and 2/3 part Jerry Springer
8.) You will think you know who it is but you wont.
9.) Some of the more gruesome slasher scenes…kind of like hostel
10.) Why the hell not?

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I don’t Like what’s developing

Technology sucks. Digital cameras are ruining everything. I know I am being a little irritable 3rd grader now, but how else can I react when Polaroid announces that they will no longer be manufacturing instant film!!! Yeah you heard right. Polaroid film is going extinct. Full article below: http://www.nytimes.com/aponline/technology/AP-Polaroid-Film.html?_r=1&scp=1&sq=polaroid&st=nyt&oref=slogin

What this means is that aside from my ongoing art project having an expiration date, nothing is sacred anymore. Now I am going to have to go to walmart and stock up on supplies like the its Y2K or something. I really don’t like how this whole thing is developing.
Personally I think this push to make digital photography the only option for instant cameras is an awful move. Why? oh let me count the ways
1.) Digital is too clean and crisp–think overproduced album–there is a reason why 70s/80s punk, low-fi, and tracks recorded on a tape deck are awesome.
2.) The immediacy memory space turn photographers into sluts just snapping away–gone are the days when people thought carefully about how much film they are using and decided whether the subject is worth that shot– digital makes it way to easy for people to just take pictures of EVERYTHING–again more makes you a whore
4.) Digital allows people to just erase bad photos or compromising photos–sometimes accidents are beautiful sometimes things that you would normally just erase should be given the chance to exist–wow this point makes me sound like a right to lifer…scary.

I am no one to romanticize the past. Really i have no problem with digital as long as there are other options. It just kills me that Polaroid is putting the kibosh on one of the last great options. And I mean a lack of options just seems unamerican.

Date Auctions, Plantations, and Brothels

This weekend a student organization at my alma mater is hosting a date auction to raise money for a dance that they hold every year. Really the whole thing reads like a saved by the bell episode. The school dance is endanger thus threatening the social stability of the school and the only way to save it is for the school to auction Zachary Morris and Slater off to a harem of bidding biddys. I can hear the canned hooting and hollering now.
Like Saved by the Bell this auction does not guarantee a sexual transaction. In fact the auction stipulates that sexual favors are not guaranteed by purchasing the person and that the purchased person can leave at any point.
Still even with these stipulations doesn’t anyone find the prospect of buying bodies a little weird? Isn’t it still reminiscent of pimp/pro relationship or a master/slave?
To best make my point lets picture an African American participant-lets call them John. John is up on the stage and below dozens of people are competing to buy him. His body is on display and being evaluated for money. I don’t know about you but this is a bit too reminiscent of a slave auction for me. Granted John would not have to do any task he did not want to, but regardless I cannot help but get uncomfortable at the prospect of any person of color being auctioned and purchased by someone white.
Even the case of a white woman being bid on by men makes me uncomfortable.
Despite the auctions stipulations the prospect of a man bidding on a woman and eventually BUYING her is too problematic for my taste.
Perhaps I am being ‘too sensitive’ perhaps my analysis is flawed. All I know is that the whole thing kind of weirds me out and that I am definitely not going up on that stage. I will, however be attending, to ensure that my dear friend V does not get swooped up by an unsavory individuals.

Girl Talk

It is just like Christmas. I am ten years old again and I cannot wait to rip into whats under the tree. Except this time instead of it being a MC Hammer doll (yes doll-I am comfortable with my masculinity) it is Girl Talk tickets. Girl Talk is coming to Maine tomorrow. Yes, Maine. Better yet I am going to the show with two excellent betty’s -not to be confused with biddys-(look that shit up if you are not in the know).
Watch out 207 Chicago, NOLA, and NYC are going to be repping hard and dancing til morning comes. If you cannot tell I am ecstatic. I am ready to sweat, groove, and do the MASH potato. Peace from the Far East.

note the bandanna is a Bates student company http://www.jaqkapparel.com/