July 1st, 2009
|12:17 am - I'm a beat poet...|
...and you know just how I flow it,
I got heart, I show it,
But the ladies, they forgo it.
So Death Star has another show -- this one is at the Blue Moon in the University District of Seattle. We'll be playing around 9:00 PM on Thursday, July 30th. The Blue Moon is a pretty decent tavern, and Steve's other band (Press Start to Rock) has played there a number of times, so I'm really comfortable there. It feels like a base of operations.
We're working on merchandise right now, and are pretty sure that the "Hug Life" shirts are going to be ready. We're considering doing bottle opener keychains and buttons as well, plus we'll have the Soldiers of Fortran EP finished by then and ready for sale. CDs, keychains, and buttons should be about a dollar, and shirts will be $12. If anyone ends up wanting one but can't make the show, let me know -- I'll set one aside for you.
Hand in hand with that development is the completion of the recording sessions for the Soldiers of Fortran EP, which we wrapped up on Sunday night. Our friend Nick (aka Bill Beats, aka Bullet Bill) did the production, and the tracks sound pretty good. They're all up on our MySpace page, for those interested in listening.
In fact, here are the vital links, for those of you curious to hear what my Nerdcore project sounds like.
http://www.deathstarhiphop.com is the eventual Death Star homepage. Right now there's nothing on it, but eventually we'll have a site up (eventually meaning sooner rather than later). We only purchased it about ten days ago, so it's very nascent.
http://www.myspace.com/deathstarhiphop is the main band MySpace page. From there you can hear the four tracks we recorded and see the three videos from our first show.
http://www.myspace.com/emceethreepio is my musician page on MySpace.
http://www.myspace.com/c0splay is Steve's musician page on MySpace.
http://www.myspace.com/talmanes is my personal MySpace page.
http://www.myspace.com/minustheear is Steve's personal MySpace page.
http://www.tinyurl.com/deathstarfacebook is the Death Star Facebook page.
http://www.facebook.com/talmanes is my personal Facebook page.
http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1786816714 is Steve's personal Facebook page.
http://www.twitter.com/deathstarhiphop is the official Death Star Twitter. We post to it. Seriously.
http://www.youtube.com/deathstarhiphop is the Death Star YouTube channel, where we will be posting our videos.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mhPXt_EO86U&feature=channel_page is the video for The Sound of Nerdcore, recorded at the Mars Bar on 12-12-2008.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b9qTEnPg5wo&feature=channel_page is the video for Who Wants to Be a Comic Book Villain, recorded at the Mars Bar on 12-12-2008.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oq2mk_cqXAY&feature=channel_page is the video for Rollin' '20s, recorded at the Mars Bar on 12-12-2008.
It's a lot, right? Try maintaining it all. Sheesh.
The song of the day is "Looking for Group [Demo 02]" by my band, Death*Star. Even if you never download tracks from my journal, you should download this one -- it's my band!
Current Location: Home -- Kirkland, Washington, USA
Current Mood: cheerful
Current Music: Death Star, "Looking for Group [Demo 02]"
June 22nd, 2009
|01:01 am - I wish I hadn’t… bought you dinner…|
Right before you
dumped me on your front porch
Give me my money back
Give me my money back, you bitch
Note: This was written back on March 15th. I hadn't posted it until now because... well... I just hadn't. I figured that, for posterity's sake, I should get around to that. Yeah, I know it's way overdue, but at least now I don't feel as strongly about it.
So ends the story of Jess Hart, the Happily Smitten Bastard.
This gets a little complicated, but bear with me. Hey, you can bare with me, too, if you want -- I don’t mind being the only one bare right now.
After making plans for Valentine’s Day and getting gifts and going out of my way to be a good boyfriend, I was feeling pretty strong in my relationship; I was doing my best to give Grace the Valentine’s Day she’d never gotten from any other boyfriend -- ever. She picked the restaurant, we were set up to go see Coraline in 3D, and I had chosen thoughtful, personalized gifts and a card I thought would make her laugh but which was also pretty sweet.
Aaaaaand… on February 12th, two days before Valentine’s and apropos of nothing, she called me over to her house and broke up with me.
It really came out of nowhere. Her reasoning was an awkward jumble of concepts, including a run-in with an ex-boyfriend that she used to care about deeply (while she wasn’t interested in getting back together with him, it was offset by her not feeling the same about me); also mentioned was the fact that I don’t listen, as well as some oddness of the “it’s not you, it’s me” variety. I figured out pretty quickly that arguing logically and pointing out that this was a “to work on” issue rather than a game-ender wasn’t going to get me very far, so I took it like a man and wished her well, letting her know I’d be in touch to handle the exchange of mutual belongings.
After about a week and a half I text-messaged her to arrange an exchange, and she put me off about it for a bit before finally giving me a time to show up at her place. I arrived, box in hand, having essentially gotten over it -- I’d had my feelings bruised, but I’m strong enough to move on with little damage, and while I missed Grace I wasn’t heartbroken. She invited me in, surprisingly, and after a few minutes of conversation she stated that she wanted me back.
Her reasons were pretty sound:
-- She’d known from the moment she broke up with me and watched me walk away that she’d screwed up.
-- She’d wanted to tell me this from the get-go, but pride and embarrassment (and the fear that I’d tell her to get lost) prevented her from doing so.
-- She’d been miserable and depressed since we broke up.
-- She had actually gotten back together with her ex and realized she hated him and just missed me.
I wasn’t terribly flattered, but I warily agreed to give it another shot -- after all, I missed Grace and didn’t want to break up with her in the first place. I was willing to work on things.
At first, it was good. We spent days together at her place, I took her to see Watchmen, I played with Morgan and helped Grace out and tried harder to get along with her mother. But then Grace was constantly making plans with me and then putting them off hour by hour, keeping me on a string but not giving me my free time. I finally got a bit miffed about wasting my time waiting on her, and she called me up early on a Wednesday to let me know she’d decided it wasn’t fair that she was taking me for granted. She loves me, but she wants to focus all of her love and attention on Morgan, who she feels deserves all of it. She can’t be a good mother to Morgan while dating anyone, apparently, and she very stubbornly stuck to that despite my logical arguments. So I got shut down hardcore, and we broke up. Again.
I wanted things between us to be civil, so I stopped by just to say goodbye the next day -- nothing major, just shaking hands and wishing each other well. No arguments, just a simple “I hope for the best for you” and a fare-thee-well. Grace was just not having that, however, and was pretty snarky to me about it, having nothing good to say to me and generally acting affronted that I’d do such a thing. I said I was sorry for taking up her time, and that was the end of it. Now we’re done.
Am I upset? I was really sad when we broke up the first time, as I really cared about Grace and didn’t want to break up with her at all. I was a little depressed about it for a few days, and still hurt about it after a week, but over the next week or so I just sort of got over it. I do that; I recover quickly, I examined all of the reasons why it was okay, and I logically just sort of moved past it. Then she reeled me back in and made me feel all warm and fuzzy and wanted again (though I was really wary of it happening again), and then she slapped me down again just as fast.
This time around, I’m feeling more like “Thanks for wasting my fucking time.” I gave her another chance and she squandered it, then had the audacity to kind of be a rag about it to me afterward, as if I didn’t have the right to feel totally affronted. My feelings are hurt a bit at how easily she cast me aside (she told me it wasn’t easy, but I still stand that if she actually cared, she wouldn’t have done it like that), but mostly I’m pissed off for getting sucked back in. I mean, I like Grace a lot and think she’s a great person, and I honestly hope for the best for her and Morgan in the future, but damn her for toying with me like that, whatever her reasons. I don’t deserve that. I wouldn’t do that to anyone, and never have. I hope these issues are things Grace works out before she tries again with another guy, which is sort of inevitable given her serial monogamist history.
Oh, and on that other guy note? She moved on not long after me to some other dude. So much for focusing on being a mom.
At any rate, I’m back to being single again. Wahoo. Isn’t it bloody wonderful?
Today’s song is the Ben Folds Five, “Song for the Dumped”
Current Mood: Not as Mad as I Was Back Then
Current Music: Ben Folds Five, "Song for the Dumped"
January 21st, 2009
|11:45 pm - Nerdcore could rise up...|
It could get elevated.
First things first -- if you're alive out there, sound off. I want to know who's still reading, and more importantly, who's still writing. I don't have time to read every journal on my Friends page (regrettable as that may be), but if you actually want my attention, this is how to get it. I'll toss you up on my Preferred Read filter and everything. I make comments and shit. I'm good like that.
I also like to take the pulse of the readership every once in a while and figure out who's still with me on this wacky misadventure. There are some folks that I know will stick it out through my massive droughts and wicked posting flurries (aaybara, you know I mean you), but other folks come and go, which is fine. I just want to know who didn't come back after the hiatus.
Now that we've gotten that over with, let's talk about some shit, shall we?
I guess the first thing on my list of stuff to talk about is my band. Steve and I have been writing rhymes for Death Star for a couple of years now, but we're supremely lazy men. What started with us IMing each other random rhymes at work and scribbling down amusing passages on our lunch breaks eventually led to Steve researching beats online and him and me putting down rhymes to those beats, slavishly working within the time allotted and trying to come up with something we found amusing and entertaining. We never had any real intention of being taken seriously.
( Part 1: the Origin of Jess as a Hip-Hop EnthusiastCollapse )
( Part 2: the Makings of an MCCollapse )
( Part 3: Fuck, I Could Do Better Than ThatCollapse )
( Part 4: A Fully-Operational Rap Battle StationCollapse )
( Part 5: Arrogant Beat ThievesCollapse )
( Part 6: This is the show.Collapse )
( Part 7: Post-Stardom RegressionCollapse )
( Part 8: The Future is OursCollapse )
Today's track is "Nerdcore Rising" by MC Frontalot.
Current Mood: weary
Current Music: MC Frontalot, "Nerdcore Rising"
January 20th, 2009
|12:08 am - Life is… better…|
Now that… now that I found you….
So. I have a girlfriend.
This is essentially the story of how I got from where I was last year to where I am now, including how Grace and I met and got together but also including other persons of interest, my thought processes at this time, and other related information.
( This is the part where I explain why I stopped dating to begin with.Collapse )
( This is the part where I start to reconsider that plan.Collapse )
( This is the part where I first try to work the rust out of my joints and talk to girls.Collapse )
( This is the part where I start talking about Grace. Yeah, I was surprised it took this long to get there, too.Collapse )
( This is where my talking about Grace actually means something in the greater scheme of things.Collapse )
( And this is how it is now.Collapse )
It's weird, getting used to having a girlfriend again. But then, most of the good stuff in my life has been pretty weird at the outset.
Today's song is "Life is Better" by Q-Tip & Norah Jones.
Current Mood: Cheerful
Current Music: Q-Tip & Norah Jones, "Life is Better"
January 10th, 2009
|09:01 pm - For now we stand alone...|
The world is lost and blown
And we are flesh and blood, disintegrate
With no one to hate
NOTE: I wrote this at work on Tuesday, 1/6, at around 4 pm Pacific. I'm posting it now because I'm home and not busy.
So on the subject of "more frequent", I already wrote a second post. How's that for more frequent?
I've been getting this feeling lately, and it's one I'm familiar with but can't quite understand. It's the feeling I get when I examine an interest I have and think to myself, "Your knowledge of this is far too narrow for someone who claims to enjoy it". Does anyone else ever get this?
Here's an example: I enjoy listening to hip-hop, and I'm in a nerdcore hip-hop group, so you'd think I'd know a lot about the music of nerdcore artists. Examining that, I discovered I have 2 of the 3 MC Frontalot albums, YTCracker's album, some of Beefy's stuff, Optimus Rhyme's stuff, and a smattering of random tracks. I mean, that's it -- I barely have any MC Chris, almost no MC Lars, and I've never even heard the majority of nerdcore artists (to be fair, most of them are utter crap; liking hip-hop and being a nerd rarely qualifies someone to make listenable music). As such, I feel wholly inadequate about my nerdcore experience, and feel like I need to beef that up.
This happens to me frequently regarding books. Despite my huge breadth of experience reading fantasy, I haven't read any Eddings, Goodkind, Rawn, Farland, Haydon, Silverberg, or any of the other folks who are (I think?) rising stars or luminaries of the genre. While I think books are one of the media from which you should seriously cherry-pick your selections, I constantly feel like I'm thinly-read. Sci-fi is even worse, as the majority of what I've read has been either Larry Niven or Star Wars, with a smattering of random stuff (some good, some crap) thrown in for good measure. I mean, how can someone be a true sci-fi fan having only read one Heinlein book? Hey, at least it was "Stranger in a Strange Land", right?
I feel this less regarding comics and graphic novels, but this has more to do with the sheer volume of what I've read than anything else. I still haven't read stuff like Johnny the Homicidal Maniac (which is constantly recommended to me by women, for some reason), Invincible, Ex Machina, Strangers in Paradise, Love and Rockets, or Y: the Last Man, but I don't feel like this makes my experiences in any way inadequate; I just haven't gotten around to them. Considering what I've read (and especially what I own), it's small potatoes.
The same goes for film & TV, for the most part. While there are a bunch of movies I haven't seen, I rarely feel like I'm missing out (unless all of my friends have seen it, which drives me nuts). With TV, it's more my waiting to see something on DVD that everyone else saw when it aired, which is what happened recently with Weeds and Mad Men. Even so, I can sort of sense the feeling encroaching upon me if there's something everyone says I desperately need to see.
I guess, upon examination, I tend to get this feeling the most regarding music and books. It's that constant feeling of "What the hell do I know about fantasy/sci-fi/philosophy/theology/neo-tribalism? I've only read X!" that just gets to me and makes me think I should go on some sort of spree of reading or downloading to make up for it. This urge is especially strong if I have some basis for comparison ("Man, I only have something-hundred hip-hop tracks on my PC, but I have literally THOUSANDS of rock tracks -- I need to branch out and listen to more hip-hop!") or if I find that the volume of what I've read comes from a single source or set of sources (like when I realized all of the neo-tribal lit I'd read was by Daniel Quinn, and immediately bought 3 books by different authors to make up for it). I suppose you could say this is a sort of inadequacy, like I'd be embarrassed for someone to find out that for a hobby I'm so passionate about I'm surprisingly shallow in my experiences, but I think it runs deeper; I think it's my Inner Jess telling me that if I'm truly passionate about it, I should know more and experience as much as I can. I should make an effort to branch out and read more and truly explore a genre or style, and not limit myself to the familiar.
I do know that I need to read more, and that the major impediment to my doing so lately has been the books I've chosen (they aren't bad, they're just ponderously slow to read -- they aren't grabbers or page-turners) I should get back to my roots and start reading the stuff I know I'm hungry for, and perhaps see if that's what I've been missing. I probably need to put down the graphic novels for a bit (they're quick reads, but they're sort of pulling me away from novels) and focus less on watching DVDs and more on going cover-to-cover with some fiction.
So… anyone else ever get this feeling?
Today's Song: the Smashing Pumpkins, "The Beginning is the End is the Beginning"
Current Mood: aggravated
Current Music: the Smashing Pumpkins, "The Beginning is the End is the Beginning"
|08:15 pm - I don't need to walk around in circles...|
Walk around in circles,
Walk around in circles,
Walk around in....
Note: I wrote this at work on Monday, January 5th, at about 5:30 pm Pacific. I only waited this long before posting it now because I've been really busy.
Right. Another update after a long absence. It seems like every time I write in this journal, I have to catch everyone up on months of activities. Anyone who wants to ask where the hell I've been is welcome to do so -- I have no real excuses.
Well... maybe one. It seems that as much as I love talking about myself, I really don't like writing about myself; it just takes so much time and effort, and I'm rarely in the mood. My most active LJ phases seem to occur when I can post from work, which as we all know is a period of time where one wants to do anything but what one is being paid to do at the time. I should be a better employee.
First things first: I lost my old job as a press release writer. I deserved to be canned, so no real surprises. I have since taken a job writing online cell phone manuals, which is hardly fulfilling (but it pays the bills). I work with my friend Steve again (in different departments), and it's not all bad. You live, you know? It's not really worth writing much about, and I do actually kind of miss the old job.
Also, I moved out of my one bedroom apartment in Lynnwood and into the spare bedroom at the Shire. When Corwin moved out, that left a spare room for Steve & Dima to rent out, and that room went to me. I've been living there since October, and honestly, it's pretty awesome. Sharing expenses helps a lot, there are a lot of comforts I've simply done without for years (cable, heat, companionship) that are built in to the place. I thought it would be hard to get used to having roommates again, but it's been remarkably easy. I remain as of yet still partially packed, with a bunch of boxes of books and whatnot in the garage; I'm sure it'll remain this way indefinitely.
Back in September I embarked on a new diet with my father. We had attended a funeral for his uncle Davis, at which we saw his cousin Bob. Bob had lost a bunch of weight and looked great, and he said the secret was the MediFast diet he'd begun months prior. My dad and I resolved to do the diet together, and have been at it for months now. My dad has lost about 60 lbs and is looking pretty good; he says he has 30 lbs to go before his goal weight, and keeps me posted on his weight loss weekly. For my part, I have lost an astonishing 95 lbs (I know, right?), and will soon be going to the doctor for a physical and a bone & muscle density test to figure out what my actual goal weight is. My guess is that I'll end up around 240 lbs, with all of my hard-earned muscle finally out on display. It's pretty rad to be losing weight in this fashion, and I've had the support of friends and family throughout the process. I'm sleeping better, I feel better, I move better. I'm less tired and less easily exhausted, and I've got tons more energy to expend during my day. It's pretty sweet.
The final and most surprising big announcement I have to make is that after about 4 years of being single (by choice), I actually have a girlfriend. After fending off the advances of many a dumb and dull female (why is it always the dumb girls who get crushes on me?), I sort of tripped and fell into a relationship with a wonderful girl named Grace. We met when I gave a speech to her training class at my new job and my arrogance and ridiculous sense of humor caught her attention, and we spoke a few times before she came over to my house to hang out (Steve was her supervisor, and she came over to chill without realizing I lived there). One thing led to another, and now we've been seeing each other for about a month. Grace is very cool and very fun, and not only gets my sense of humor but takes my jibes and mocking in good spirits, so we work well together. She has a 3-year-old daughter named Morgan who is cute but somewhat poorly-behaved (as 3-year-olds are wont to be), and Morgan and I are getting to know each other and learning how to get used to each other. Dating a single mom takes getting used to, and the extra responsibilities and last-minute alterations to plans are a lot to carry, but we're making that work out as best we can. The important part is that I really like this girl, so I'm willing to put in the effort. I said I'd likely remain single for the rest of my life, and I totally meant it, but I wasn't really given a choice in the matter and I have a feeling that's just the way Fate wanted it. "Left to your own devices, Jess, you'd just have stayed a bachelor, and we can't have that," says Fate, and I believe her.
In other news, Steve and I performed as Death Star for the first time at the Mars Bar in Seattle to a packed house. We invited a bunch of friends and our goal was just to have a good time and make people laugh. What ended up happening is we brought the fucking house down and set the crowd on fire. Friends who had heard us practice were astonished by how good we were on stage, and people who had never heard us before were blown away. My family had the time of their lives, and I'm fairly certain that if we'd had another hour of material to do, the crowd would have demanded we stay on stage. I'm not normally shy about self-promotion, but I was completely amazed by the response, and I'm very proud of how well we did. We were asked to play this year's Penny Arcade Expo (no lie), and a club promoter asked if we'd be interested in playing Nectar and the Showbox. This was our first show, and those are the offers we got -- apparently we're awesome. We're currently working with a producer to swap out some of our cheesier beats for something a little more solid, and we're working on new material to round out our shows. I'll make sure to post up next time we have a show so you Seattle-area folks can attend.
Nothing else really comes to mind at present, but hey, that's the update. I'll try to post a bit more about specific stuff in the coming days (I'm just writing this all out in Notepad and emailing it home to post), and hopefully I'll be more frequent with the jibba-jabba.
Happy New Year to you all. I hope you're all doing well, too.
Today's Lyrics: Soul Coughing, "Circles"
Current Mood: awake
Current Music: Soul Coughing, "Circles"
August 13th, 2008
|11:02 am - It's a nice day for a white wedding...|
It's a nice day to start again.
I'm going to go over my very busy run of the last few weeks. There were a lot of events. I will list them here.
My father was in town for the last 2 weeks of July with his wife and my baby sister. I threw a bachelor party for a friend on the 2nd of August. On Friday, I attended a wedding for that friend and his now-wife (also my friend). The very next day I saw Dan (arcane) in a play and then halfheartedly and distractedly said goodbye to him before he moved to Atlanta.
I'm gonna run through these events in an order that does not actually match up to what I just said.
When describing my friends a while ago, I mentioned White Steve and Off-White Stephanie, the Wisconsin couple befriended by the Neckbeards around New Year's. They've been engaged since before we met them, and we were all invited to the wedding and all of that good stuff. Everyone expected to go, and that was very cool.
Unfortunately, Steve's brother completely and totally failed to throw a decent bachelor party (Steph was present, for starters; Steve did not enjoy himself at all), and this was simply unacceptable... to Stephanie. Steph truly loves her man, so she enlisted Aaron (Steve's closest locally-present friend) to throw him a real bachelor party. Aaron, busy with work and school, outsourced this task to Dima and I -- the Neckbeards Party Planning Committee -- despite our complete lack of experience with the concept of a bachelor party (Dima had never been to one, and I had been to one truly terrible and boring bachelor party in my life).
So Dima and I went to Greg, our most worldly and tale-wise friend, and enlisted his help. He was more than happy to give us inspiration, at which point we reached deep within ourselves and found that we already knew what we had to do. The power to throw an awesome bachelor party was always within us -- we just had to let it out.
Greg's formula for a good bachelor party was fairly straightforward. You start in the daytime, and make the first event something physical and active so that people can get that testosterone out of their system before they start drinking and get a good sweat on early in the day. Dima's brilliant plan was to take us all out to play Broomball, which you play on an ice rink without skates using pre-prepared brooms. There were six of us (myself, Dima, Steve White, Steve Perry, Aaron, and Jason), and everyone fell at least one time except Jason. Steve Perry (heretofore referred to as Earclops so that he is not confused with White Steve) fell the most because he and I were playing goalie, and Dima was a damn dynamo on the ice, so Earclops was constantly harried. I fell flat on my belly twice, which was funny. We were all worn out quite easily because we are fat and out of shape, and once the game was over I pulled a groin muscle trying not to fall. It's been bugging me for friggin' weeks.
Afterward, we went to Ipanema, a Brazilian steakhouse (this was my idea). They bring various meats around on skewers, and so long as you have your card up and turned to Green, they keep offering delectable goodies. We all ate like gluttons, filling ourselves up with meat, pineapple, and fried bananas. Everyone agreed that it was rad.
We walked to Kells, a local Irish bar that Dima had located, and drank ourselves silly (but not blotto). There was much toasting and telling of tales, and everyone was happy. Afterward we went to the Deja Vu a couple blocks away.
The Vu is a well-known local strip club, but Dima and I have never been strip club guys. Neither of us had ever been to one, so we leaned heavily on Greg's advice and went to one he'd recommended. It wasn't a bad experience, but from what I've told strip clubs in Washington suck because of all of the rules imposed on them by local government, and other states have it much better. I will probably never have a basis for comparison; I don't plan on making a habit of going. But Steve was very, very happy with the results of the evening. We later retired to the Shire for a couple more beers and some cigars, and everyone was completely worn out, which is what you want in a bachelor party.
The wedding was six days later on Friday, and it was a very nice service held in a gazebo at a Kirkland waterfront park. The Unitarian minister led a quick and pleasant service interrupted by a toddler who would not shut the hell up and whose parents were incapable of understanding the ten-second rule for fussy children at a wedding, but otherwise it was nice. Then came the reception, which was a drunken Irish gathering of the best kind, and I got well and truly hammered to honor my friends. I am a chatty drunk, but hey... at least I'm a happy drunk.
After telling that story, I find I really don't want to tell the others. My dad coming out for two weeks was great, and I miss him already -- he's awesome and I love him. Dan leaving... I'm not at all happy about that, though I'm happy that he's taking his life by the horns and steering it where he wants it to go. I just miss my friend already.
Current Mood: blah
June 18th, 2008
This is one of my song catch-up posts. I keep posting from work and forgetting to upload songs. That's like your reward for reading -- you get something to listen to afterward.
On, "Slingshot" from this post.
Cool Kids, "Black Mags" from this post.
The Boomtown Rats, "I Don't Like Mondays" from this post.
They Might Be Giants, "Older" from this post.
Cujo, "Traffic" from this post.
Yoko Kanno, "Doggy Dog" from this post.
Gruntruck, "Tribe" from this post.
Blue Scholars, "50K Deep" -- it's from their new album, Bayani, and it's about a riot that occurred in Seattle in 1999, outside of the World Trade Center. I remember all of the events surrounding it, and knew some people who had been involved in it. Plus, it's just a good hip-hop track.
Current Mood: apathetic
Current Music: Blue Scholars, "50K Deep"
|04:12 pm - Tell me about your planet's air...|
Can I breathe it, or should I dare?
As many of you know, I am a lover of the fraternal twin literary genres of fantasy and science fiction, including many subgenres such as dark fantasy, urban fantasy, space opera, and hard sci-fi. One of my favorite authors of hard science fiction is Larry Niven, and I figured it was time I took a moment to write about my relationship with Niven's work and why I find it both fascinating and frustrating. This is mainly coming up because I'm currently reading Destiny's Road, one of Niven's later novels, and I'm simultaneously annoyed and intrigued by it.
( Click here if you want to read a rant about NivenCollapse )
The song is "Slingshot" by On, and I may post it when I get home, because I'll be doing other stuff at my computer, too. I should be attending a birthday party, but I'm just too tired to do it. (EDIT: I added the song)
Current Mood: tired
Current Music: On, "Slingshot"
June 6th, 2008
|10:47 am - You're older than you've ever been, and now you're even older...|
And now you're even older,
And now you're even older,
You're older than you've ever been,
And now you're even older,
And now... you're older still.
I am 29 years old today, and I guess I feel exactly that old. Convenient, that. I think feeling like I was younger would be a sign that I'm reluctant to embrace adulthood (I'm really not), and feeling older would be a sign that the world is wearing me down (and it isn't, yet). I'm just at the precipice of 30, staring it down, mainly wondering what life's gonna be like for me in 10 years.
As expected, my relatives have been chiming in gently. My mother called me earlier, my dad sent me an email and let me know he'd be calling me, and my sister sent me an email with an awesome picture of us as kids (I may upload it later, if I get a chance). I'm getting well-wishes from various forums and online communities and all that, and it's all pretty much going as expected. I'm currently at work, writing this post (which is not my job), wondering how much work I'll get done today with my total slackitude and internally cursing a client who is nitpicking a press release I wrote for him. It wouldn't be so frustrating to me if it weren't for the fact that the parts he's nitpicking are direct quotes from him. If you want me to change what they say, that's fine, but don't act like I'm making misstatements. You made misstatements, Poor Communicator. This is not my fault.
Dima made arrangements for a very large group of us to meet at Tokyo Japanese Steakhouse at 7 (it's a lot like Benihana, so there's your frame of reference), so that'll be a good time. Afterward we will repair to the Issaquah Brewhouse and partake of wonderful Rogue beer, and I will carouse with my nearest and dearest. It looks like I'll end up working on Saturday to make up for missing Wednesday (stupid food poisoning), so I'll have to keep it all in moderation (not that I wouldn't, anyway). Sunday is my day with my family, and we'll be celebrating my birthday as well as my grandmother's -- hers is actually on Sunday, so she's kind of got me trumped there.
My mother's present to me was to take me grocery shopping yesterday and help me pick out healthy foods. I'm not going on a diet so much as I'm intentionally trying to surround myself with foods that are good for me. I have no problem eating healthy when it's made convenient and easy for me, and so that's exactly what we did, and I'm grateful for it. In my opinion, it's a pretty great gift.
And that, as they say, is that. Songs for today are They Might Be Giants, "Older", and Cujo, "Traffic". I will probably get around to posting them soon, and do one of my song post update things where I point out that I uploaded songs.
Happy birthday to me.
Current Mood: cheerful
Current Music: Cujo, "Traffic"