Upon further review...Stillmatic is a pretty good album. Good like decent...not good like Illmatic or God's Son. But I do think it is possibly on the same page with It Was Written. Because also upon further review....It Was Written has a lot of weak shit in the second half. And for that matter It Was Written doesn't have anything nearly as good as "One Mic".
Anyone with ideas of what I should do in DC/Philly for my bday weekend let me know.
The weather is beautiful. Tomorrow is going to be 89. Tomorrow is the Hawks game (sweep). It is also the "Lost" finale. Sheesh.
Saturday, May 22, 2010
Thursday, May 20, 2010
Day 16
Two weeks from today I will be thirty. Years old.
Here are a few things you should know about dreams.
The first thing is that dreams are CRAZY. I mentioned the wacky nap dream I had the other day. This dream was wacky because of its realism. Usually dreams differ a lot more from real life. But even in this incredibly realistic dream, there were obvious differences from "real" life. Like...we were working at the school in our district that is in Downers Grove. But there is no school in our district that is in Downers Grove. Just the kind of thing that happens in dreams. But what interests me is that within the context of that dream it NEVER occurs to you that this makes no sense or, in my case, that there is no school in Downers Grove. For some reason...within the dream's mind state you KNOW that there is a school in Downers Grove. When you have interactions with other people, including people you don't know, you KNOW them in the dream. You know things about them. You don't just experience actions in your dreams...it's not just a thoughtless telling of events. You have intimate knowledge of the alternate world of each and every dream. So....if I see someone I don't actually know in my dream, and I know all kinds of things about this person in my dream, wouldn't it stand to reason that my mind knows just all kinds of shit about this particular dream that never even come out in the dream? Maybe not...I don't know.
The other thing is this....I have yet to master the art of figuring out that I am in a dream. Well...I've figured out that I was dreaming, but as soon as I figure this out I wake up. What I want to be able to do is figure out that I am dreaming and then stay asleep. At this point, the whole alternate reality of my dream is at my disposal. I can do whatever I like, as long as it fits with the parameters of that dream world. Although, if I create the parameters I suppose anything is possible. And I guess that this is sort of where it falls apart...since my mind IS creating the parameters of this world, once I figure out that I am indeed dreaming it gets much less interesting. I think. It would, at this point, simply be imagining things, which is good too but I can do this when I'm awake and don't need for it to be a dream.
Now then...lots of good albums seem to be coming out. This Janelle Monae album is no joke.
I have to renew my license. I keep forgetting this.
Here are a few things you should know about dreams.
The first thing is that dreams are CRAZY. I mentioned the wacky nap dream I had the other day. This dream was wacky because of its realism. Usually dreams differ a lot more from real life. But even in this incredibly realistic dream, there were obvious differences from "real" life. Like...we were working at the school in our district that is in Downers Grove. But there is no school in our district that is in Downers Grove. Just the kind of thing that happens in dreams. But what interests me is that within the context of that dream it NEVER occurs to you that this makes no sense or, in my case, that there is no school in Downers Grove. For some reason...within the dream's mind state you KNOW that there is a school in Downers Grove. When you have interactions with other people, including people you don't know, you KNOW them in the dream. You know things about them. You don't just experience actions in your dreams...it's not just a thoughtless telling of events. You have intimate knowledge of the alternate world of each and every dream. So....if I see someone I don't actually know in my dream, and I know all kinds of things about this person in my dream, wouldn't it stand to reason that my mind knows just all kinds of shit about this particular dream that never even come out in the dream? Maybe not...I don't know.
The other thing is this....I have yet to master the art of figuring out that I am in a dream. Well...I've figured out that I was dreaming, but as soon as I figure this out I wake up. What I want to be able to do is figure out that I am dreaming and then stay asleep. At this point, the whole alternate reality of my dream is at my disposal. I can do whatever I like, as long as it fits with the parameters of that dream world. Although, if I create the parameters I suppose anything is possible. And I guess that this is sort of where it falls apart...since my mind IS creating the parameters of this world, once I figure out that I am indeed dreaming it gets much less interesting. I think. It would, at this point, simply be imagining things, which is good too but I can do this when I'm awake and don't need for it to be a dream.
Now then...lots of good albums seem to be coming out. This Janelle Monae album is no joke.
I have to renew my license. I keep forgetting this.
Tuesday, May 18, 2010
Day 14
Today was a good day. Successful (last) IEP meeting. Found the end of the Riverwalk(!) LOST. Cubs Win! Hawks about to Win!
So not much time for blogging....but I am listening to Drive-by Truckers while I watch the game just in case you were wondering.
So not much time for blogging....but I am listening to Drive-by Truckers while I watch the game just in case you were wondering.
Monday, May 17, 2010
Day 13
Yeah...nothing got done on Day 12. Predictable....here's a summary. Gorgeous day. I went to my parents house and saw baby ducks on Boughton. Listened to Sublime for the first time in a long time. Dunkin' Donuts for breakfast. Cleaned house a little. Went to Tommy Nevin's for the Hawks game. Watched the game outside because it was so nice out. Hawks win. Drank a little too much. Played bags. The end. All in all....a pretty great Sunday.
On to Monday...the first thing I wanted to talk about was "House". Spoiler alert here. "House" was emotional and heart-wrenching and riveting tonight. It was everything a great hour of television should be. I will admit that I cried a little bit. And then came the last two minutes of the episode and just negated everything the previous 59 minutes had done (yes...the show was 61 minutes long.) Cuddy showing up and professing her love for House while he lay reeling and broken on the floor THE LAMEST, CHEESIEST, BULLSHIT ENDING I MAY HAVE EVER SEEN TO A SEASON OF A GOOD TELEVISION SHOW. And House's reaction....gawd. "Really? You think I can be fixed?" Oh. My. God. Why? The whole time I was all...pleasebeahallucinationpleasebeahallucination...not that that would have ideal but it least it wouldn't have been what was actually happening. And then House is all, "Wait a second....how do I know this isn't a hallucination?" Ok. But no...IT WASN'T!
Let me just say that I do enjoy happy endings and I'm actually quite fine with "House" going with this storyline for House and Cuddy. What I can't deal with is the way they did it. This was not an episode that deserved a happy ending. It dealt with real human emotion and the painful randomness of life and death and love. This ending was a slap in the face to all who were moved by the soul crushing humanity of the first 59 minutes because SHIT LIKE THAT DOES NOT HAPPEN IN REAL LIFE. Somebody doesn't just up and leave the comfort of a safe, committed relationship on a whim simply because she has had a stressful day and the brilliant but toxic fuck up she has been rebuffing for years opened up his heart for 60-seconds of moving dialogue. BAD WRITERS!
Still a good show...I just don't like seeing them do something like this.
On to Monday...the first thing I wanted to talk about was "House". Spoiler alert here. "House" was emotional and heart-wrenching and riveting tonight. It was everything a great hour of television should be. I will admit that I cried a little bit. And then came the last two minutes of the episode and just negated everything the previous 59 minutes had done (yes...the show was 61 minutes long.) Cuddy showing up and professing her love for House while he lay reeling and broken on the floor THE LAMEST, CHEESIEST, BULLSHIT ENDING I MAY HAVE EVER SEEN TO A SEASON OF A GOOD TELEVISION SHOW. And House's reaction....gawd. "Really? You think I can be fixed?" Oh. My. God. Why? The whole time I was all...pleasebeahallucinationpleasebeahallucination...not that that would have ideal but it least it wouldn't have been what was actually happening. And then House is all, "Wait a second....how do I know this isn't a hallucination?" Ok. But no...IT WASN'T!
Let me just say that I do enjoy happy endings and I'm actually quite fine with "House" going with this storyline for House and Cuddy. What I can't deal with is the way they did it. This was not an episode that deserved a happy ending. It dealt with real human emotion and the painful randomness of life and death and love. This ending was a slap in the face to all who were moved by the soul crushing humanity of the first 59 minutes because SHIT LIKE THAT DOES NOT HAPPEN IN REAL LIFE. Somebody doesn't just up and leave the comfort of a safe, committed relationship on a whim simply because she has had a stressful day and the brilliant but toxic fuck up she has been rebuffing for years opened up his heart for 60-seconds of moving dialogue. BAD WRITERS!
Still a good show...I just don't like seeing them do something like this.
Saturday, May 15, 2010
Day 11
I seem to have missed Day 9. Pretty sure I wrote something....ahh, who cares.
Today was the Autism Walk. It was a nice time with friends. And the kids who came were great. They changed the walk route. Instead of walking three times around Soldier Field, it now extends all the way past Buckingham Fountain and loops back. There was an interesting Cheez-It incident that I somehow took the blame for. Then we went to Bucho's where the service was bad and the food was ok and the drink was good. Also good chips and salsa.
Then I took a nap. And let me tell you....this was a NAP. I woke up after one hour and my body said....not yet. I woke up after another hour and I was not even groggy. And I had the CRAZIEST dream. It wasn't crazy like crazy shit happened in the dream...it was crazy like realistic. Everyone in this dream behaved exactly like they were supposed to behave. As such, it was incredibly realistic. I was actually surprised to find out that it was a dream.
I think dreams are CRAZY. But I'm going to bed now so I will talk about why dreams are CRAZY tomorrow.
Today was the Autism Walk. It was a nice time with friends. And the kids who came were great. They changed the walk route. Instead of walking three times around Soldier Field, it now extends all the way past Buckingham Fountain and loops back. There was an interesting Cheez-It incident that I somehow took the blame for. Then we went to Bucho's where the service was bad and the food was ok and the drink was good. Also good chips and salsa.
Then I took a nap. And let me tell you....this was a NAP. I woke up after one hour and my body said....not yet. I woke up after another hour and I was not even groggy. And I had the CRAZIEST dream. It wasn't crazy like crazy shit happened in the dream...it was crazy like realistic. Everyone in this dream behaved exactly like they were supposed to behave. As such, it was incredibly realistic. I was actually surprised to find out that it was a dream.
I think dreams are CRAZY. But I'm going to bed now so I will talk about why dreams are CRAZY tomorrow.
Friday, May 14, 2010
Day 10
I know who is going to be in my class next year! Maybe!
So tomorrow is the autism walk. Unless I get some last minute donations I will probably have to drop some money on myself. That's cool...and as it turns out they found a way to make me walk the whole three miles this year. More on the autism walk tomorrow.
So tomorrow is the autism walk. Unless I get some last minute donations I will probably have to drop some money on myself. That's cool...and as it turns out they found a way to make me walk the whole three miles this year. More on the autism walk tomorrow.
Wednesday, May 12, 2010
Day 8
I feel like the good vibes are coming back.
Last night was great and this morning wasn't all that bad. There are only 11 days of school left. Year 2 is going to be GREAT. Looking up...
I like it when celebrities die and people think they are still alive. This seems like one of the most convenient ways to live forever. You know...like Elvis and JFK...people still think they are alive even though they'd be super old. Or Tupac and Biggie are kicking it on an island somewhere with all the money they've made on posthumous record sales. These things aren't true of course...but there are always just enough suspicious circumstances to offer hope.
I think that nobody has done this better than Andy Kaufman. Regardless of whether Kaufman faked his own death or not, he did live a life that made it possible for him to offer sufficient doubt at his death. Faking death would just be SOOOOO Andy Kaufman. Here's a guy who never even gave a shit if you or anyone else thought a joke was funny...if HE thought it was funny it was funny. So had he faked his own death, as part of an elaborate joke, it would not even matter to him if anyone ever knew about it. It would still be funny to him. I think Andy Kaufman is still alive, even if he is dead, cause he just played that game so well.
I'm not really like Andy Kaufman. I like to think I am. True, I do crack myself up a lot and I can certainly laugh at myself and others without anyone joining in. But in the end I truly crave a reaction. If I am in a zone I want you to be laughing...whether it is with me or at me does not matter. I love being laughed at and do not find it insulting at all. If I found a way to make you smile and enjoy yourself and improve the vibes in the room I have won and you have too. And I want you to make me laugh too. So make me laugh.
goodnight
Last night was great and this morning wasn't all that bad. There are only 11 days of school left. Year 2 is going to be GREAT. Looking up...
I like it when celebrities die and people think they are still alive. This seems like one of the most convenient ways to live forever. You know...like Elvis and JFK...people still think they are alive even though they'd be super old. Or Tupac and Biggie are kicking it on an island somewhere with all the money they've made on posthumous record sales. These things aren't true of course...but there are always just enough suspicious circumstances to offer hope.
I think that nobody has done this better than Andy Kaufman. Regardless of whether Kaufman faked his own death or not, he did live a life that made it possible for him to offer sufficient doubt at his death. Faking death would just be SOOOOO Andy Kaufman. Here's a guy who never even gave a shit if you or anyone else thought a joke was funny...if HE thought it was funny it was funny. So had he faked his own death, as part of an elaborate joke, it would not even matter to him if anyone ever knew about it. It would still be funny to him. I think Andy Kaufman is still alive, even if he is dead, cause he just played that game so well.
I'm not really like Andy Kaufman. I like to think I am. True, I do crack myself up a lot and I can certainly laugh at myself and others without anyone joining in. But in the end I truly crave a reaction. If I am in a zone I want you to be laughing...whether it is with me or at me does not matter. I love being laughed at and do not find it insulting at all. If I found a way to make you smile and enjoy yourself and improve the vibes in the room I have won and you have too. And I want you to make me laugh too. So make me laugh.
goodnight
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