So I realized the other day that they updated the template I use for this blog. It added tabs above my header image and took away my link to the music I post. Well, fuck that, right? So I went over to Tumblr and modified my music blog to act as a primary.
All that to say that there’s a new URL if, somehow, you follow this:
When things are easy it’s sometimes hard to fully develop. There are certain things that everyone needs to go through in this life if they can be said to have really lived. I don’t pretend to know all of them, but I’ve got a shortlist of three that have wrought serious change on my character over the last few months.
In order to become a person you need to fail. Not just make a mistake, but actually fuck something up so badly that you can’t fix it and it affects other people as well as you. That’s real failure. For me that was the ultimate team, feeling what I defined as success slipping away, getting my ambition crushed, and then finally letting down my teammates by neglecting to get us rostered for the series. If that doesn’t sound like a big deal, it’s only because it lacks the context of what ultimate has been to me, going to Northwest, growing up with the best players in the world.
In order to become a person you need to have your heart broken. I wouldn’t say I’ve experienced quite that much, but having someone break up with you is painful and unique, and offers an understanding of the end of the world that must be heartbreak. I always thought the toughest part would be the implicit criticism, the feeling that you just weren’t good enough. But it isn’t. The toughest part is trying to wrap your mind around the fact that someone you care about so much and miss so badly doesn’t want anything to do with you anymore. I hear it gets better with time.
In order to become a person you need to face an act of god. This one is put pretty generally, but I didn’t know how else to say it. Physical things happen to you or to people you love that are uncontrollable. You can prepare against a lot, but sometimes it isn’t enough. For some this is a hurricane, or an earthquake, or a car accident. For my mom it was getting breast cancer. Here again I can’t claim to have faced god myself but I have watched and will continue to watch and support as she undergoes surgery and chemotherapy.
What these things primarily seem to have in common is an uncontrollable nature. When you are young you think the world is yours to act on, but I guess part of growing up is learning that the world acts profoundly on you as well. Sometimes you have to become broken in order to become whole.
Wow. I know it’s been a while since I’ve posted here, but I absolutely did not think it had been a full month. Things have been happening very quickly. A lot of them.
But after looking back over what I’ve been putting on here the last few months, I’m disappointed in myself. This was supposed to be a place for me to share thoughts with meaning, original ideas and interpretations that were worth preserving and, just maybe, reaching a wider audience. But instead it’s degenerated into a reblog, a timid facsimile of whatevs.net, and the very thing that I claimed not to be when arguing against Jaron Lanier back when my posts had content.
So now that my life has hopefully calmed down a bit and I’ve gained more perspective than I ever saw coming, I think it’s time to take it back to the gameplan and actually make use of the ideas I have. They just might be of value to you, and I know they will be to a future me. As fun as flaming shopping carts are, my apologies.
Iceland has come out with a neat little tourism video that, I must admit, is about the most enticing bit of national advertisement I’ve seen. It’s fun, beautiful, dynamic and diverse. I think Iceland has been trying to boost their tourism industry lately, because it seems to be coming up all over the place, and not just because of the volcano. I have to say, it’s getting to me. I very much want to travel to Iceland, maybe even live there for a while.
It seems like the kind of place I frequently feel drawn to: remote, wild, rural, simple…but at the same time, it does have a modern, active, culturally vibrant part to it that would keep the realistic loneliness and boredom from slowly squeezing the life out of me. We’ll see…
Oh philosophy. What about movies like Being John Malkovitch, where it appears to take place in our reality, but then diverges when Malkovitch’s life comes off its our-world rails. And how’s Ocean’s 12 for a mindfuck? Julia Roberts plays the part of Danny’s wife, Tess, who then pretends to be Julia Roberts because they look so similar. It’s a world where Julia Roberts exists – our world – but isn’t the one playing Tess, they just happen to look exactly the same, and — ah, right…bubbles.
Holy shit. You hear “gore,” and you usually think torso. This is one of many reasons why bullfights are fucked up. I get that it’s tradition, and a part of the culture, but you’ve got to recognize that sometimes people are going to get seriously maimed, and well…that’s a little fucked up. (Source).
We’ll always have bikes. Let’s get more bikers.