Poem found in notebook, untitled

Unlashed from the mast,
cocky with Grin-
Only to tottle starboard,
grasping.

Hope relegated to knuckles,
white flashes shock closed eyes.
The Moment awaits,
grinning in return.

[Quickly scribbled at one point in the day when I was around a specific person. About us all (oh growing up) as well as our(my) uncanny ability to both be interested in someone and hope for a certain extent of failure to go their way. I didn't want to title this one. Surprised at my own staccato form, I must have been super involved.]

Modern Musicianship

Let me introduce you to Ronald Jenkee, an amazing, fun, talented musician.
When I first heard Jenkee, one of his tunes was playing in the background of a LikeTotallyAwesome vid I was perusing. Of course, the song stuck to the point where I had to go back on to youtube and see if I could figure out where the track came from. Thankfully Mr. Defranco cites his background jamz.
If you haven't gone to Jenkee's Chanel yet, please do! He has two CDs out, but is yet to be signed, but using youtube and social networking sites in this case has turned out to be a great thing for this guy. He is kind of odd, but totally endearing, just the type of personality people on teh internetz jump on board for. Also, throw in the fact that he donates proceeds from certain songs to charity, and you have quite the winning combination. (oh yeah and i suppose being talented doesn't hurt, whatev)
He is a self-taught keyboardist and is very personal, reading and replying to EVERY message he receives. So if you have any questions for the man, hit him up.
Well, here are two of his songs:





So yes, I like him.
And I think he is a really great example not only of how musicians today can pull themselves up by their bootstraps, but how almost anyone can. It makes me think of the pilot episode of Glee where Rachel, the unpopular talented girl, says she posts a a video on myspace every day, because if you aren't relevant, you might as well be dead. So yes, irony for all us self-indulgent twitter using-facebook status updating-blogging youth. But obviously Ronald is not one of these types. If we wanted to characterize his cuteness in a sentence, every word would be abbreviated.

Drunk men are like helpless Puppies

I see this
(oh and the awkward pauses are questionable but worth ignoring, I suppose the creator really wanted the audience to relate to points in the song?)



and I am reminded of this



The struggle is just epic. I found myself cheering drunk man on, just knowing KNOWING if he only flipped on to his stomach, all would be well. Kudos to the guy who put Lux Aeterna with this, it brings the lulz. And I know half of you out there are thinking "Yeah, I've been there."

Quality Entertianment

I don't think you quite understand how magical I am after watching this.
Well that is, until you watch this.


You're Welcome.

I love Comixed.com

This is what I do during class, I sit and scroll through these, occasionally uncontrollably giggling and hoping that I'm not freaking out people sitting near me.
This one might require a bit more HP obsessiveness

If you know who moot is then you and I most certainly can be friends... on second thought, maybe not. However if you too find him inextricably attractive... well we still can't be friends, but let me know so I can find assurance that I'm not crazy.

b t dubs, this is unquestionably my fave by far.

Check out Comixed.com for more if you haven't discovered this gem already, it is already in my toolbar on firefox.

Imaginary Heroes: Wait, Dan Harris is incredibly talented?

So who remembers Superman Returns? Or maybe X2?
Questions, questions, I know.
Okay granted they are decent movies with high budgets. I mean hey, its hard to pull off a comic book character and story line, especially popular ones which have had prior media adaptations (Cartoons, live action series, not to mention wildly popular films released in a Hollywood era of "greater integrity"). Still neither of these movies -which grossed pretty high profits for sequels- are that perfect combination of mass appeal and fanboy accuracy. Unless that is, I suppose, if equate cheap melodramatic symbolism and gaping plot holes with the rustic feel of a comic book. Or unless perhaps you consider the awkward and unnecessary use of CGI and big flashy explosions and action sequences as the mark of true poetic filmography. I know I'm being harsh. Entertainment value wise I have to say I remember watching both of these films and enjoying them and even getting that fanboy(girl?) feeling of glee experiencing the overwhelming psychological thrill of American superhero personal association. But this does NOT a good movie make.
And so Harris fades from my memory.
UNTIL dun dun dun,
I saw Into the Wild... which was not directed or written by Harris, but did have Emile Hirsch, who I came to have a great affinity toward in a span of two hours. A few quick clicks on IMDB and badabingbadaboom nestled between his rise to major motion picture stardom and his bit roles in TV movies and series, was DAN FRICKEN HARRIS. suck it! Imaginary Heroes
"Okay, curious" I thought to myself. Click.
Sigourney Weaver! wait, what?!!
That dude who looks exactly like the annoying guy on Full House?!!? (Jeff Daniels)
Michelle Williams. omg Ledger's girl (who at the time was still alive)
Wait a second, Kip Pardue, what are you doing here? Somehow the name had stuck out in my mind from Remember the Titans,
Deirdre O'Connell, Ryan Donowho, Jay Paulson, the list goes on.. I AM INTRIGUED!
So I immediately put the film on my parents' Netflix queue, (which they hated when I did that), received, put in DVD player, and voila, I found one of my favorite films.

The story revolves around the Travis family, with Hirsch's character, Tim, serving as the sometimes narrator. We begin with quite the event: the older brother Matt, who is a shoo-in for the Olympic team in swimming, shoots himself. And the movie follows. Of course this is no "lets cry and be depressing and boring" movie, there are twists, deep and interesting characters, problems, frustrations, just people. Really, really, screwed up, and normal people. Weaver as the mother Sandy, Oh so delightful. Entiely beaten up by losing a child and finding all her relationships crumbling around her. She is so likable and entirely the perfect mother... well except for, eh watch the movie. Daniels is the perfect overbearing stage-dad, who is obsessed with his son's swimming career, some great psychological interworkings which come together (for so many reasons) in the end. Tim and his sister Penny deal with their own grief and their parents', while trying to carry on in some sort of vein of normalcy. I don't want to give too much, so watch it yourself.Perhaps my initial connection can be attributed to the somewhat macabre temperament of a girl on the precipice of being shoved into society, still being molded in the scalding fire of first experiences but having left the pubescent hormone-surge excitement. A first true depression. The period of an incredibly dry face of a disenfranchised youth. Poetic shit, you know. But the movie still gets to me, and anyone I have shown it to, no matter the age, is so effected. That is another great thing, you can keep watching the film without getting bored and tired.
Death, drugs, guilt, retribution, sex, et cetera, the normal things, they are all here. Rarely could a character (Tim) of such emotional turmoil stand so solidly, without begging for ridicule. He is just so specific, such a person, it is wonderful!
A dark comedy, nearly a perfect one at that.
I'm not quite sure what inspired me to write this entry considering it has been a solid six months since my last viewing of the movie, but the fact that even with that sort of distance such vivid moments of poignancy and comedic beauteousness are easily brought to mind says quite a bit about the film. The Christmas party scene, hilarious! Very simple things will make you fall in love with the characters, such as the Sandy finding Tim's pot and smoking it herself, taking great glee in sort of assuming this different persona as she goes out for rolling papers, and then being hit on by a college student.
The writing, the dialogue, the acting, the execution, the mood set up by music, lighting and camera, so great. So who knew? Dan Harris is an awesome writer/director, and in this case his heroes and totally super. (I like ending on corny jokes)
PS. I entirely forgot, but hey, this is the title of my blog, I KNOW.

Apologies

for the long extended humongous hiatus , and so soon into the establishment of the blog! Well I'm not going to stand for that am I. Posts are coming. Many, many posts, with absolute dedication to... my readers? Me? Okay, for now me.