Referring to young people of around 18-30 years of age, who drink cheap beer (most often Pabst Blue Ribbon, on occasion Budwiser), smoke Parliaments, Lucky Strikes or hard to obtain foreign cigarettes (such as Gauloises) and take recreational drugs, coke being the most popular. Use a great deal of sarcasm, claim to be ironic. Are usually less than 5% body fat, drink copious amounts of coffee and eat children’s cereal. Listen to Indie Rock, rely heavily on Pitchfork Media to tell them what’s cool. Don’t dance at concerts. Wear a mixture of thrifted clothing and items bought at American Apparel (commonly Tri-blend v-necks) and Urban Outfitters. Extremely tight jeans worn by both sexes, pairing these with either a band or b-movie t shirt and a plaid shirt/v-neck and a cardigan along with Nike hi-tops/Vans/Keds. Females often wear retro style dresses and racerback tank tops without bras. Eschew public transport and instead choose to ride fixed-break bikes. Often claim to know about literature and film - will have googled a good deal of Vonnegut and French New Wave cinema.
I think today is a prime example of how something so simple and well intentioned can derail its original meaning. At first, I was going to post something about my opinion on the LGBT day, it may have been in agreement or disagreement. Now that I’ve witnessed fire from both sides of the sword, I’d rather not. Seeing arguments all over the place has made me realize that another person adding fuel to either fire doesn’t help at all. Its gone too far, too far from what the day was meant to be.
I’d like to ask you to grow up. In the most sincere, polite, humane way possible. I speak to you directly, man to man, or man to woman, straight to straight, or straight to gay. It doesn’t matter to me nor should it matter to you, but I want you to know that we all need to look inside and ask ourselves “why am I doing this, is it worth it?” I can’t and won’t act like I know what your answer will be, because I am sure that some of you may realize this and change, and some of you will see nothing and choose to carry on. Neither answer is correct distinctly, I cannot reach into your heart and change the very columns which support you, nor can I change your eyes to see another image.
The beautiful thing about human beings and society is that evidently we are all different and unique. Opinions are one of a kind, and should not be stifled for any reason. However, I ask you not to clear your mind of what makes yourself you, I ask you to simply let this go, let it be what it was meant to be.
Its easy for someone to post in anger and bitterness, filled with profanity to hopefully highlight their argument, or to post in retaliation with an equal amount of fire. This day was meant for something supportive, hopefully seeking optimism from a shrouded society.
I think we’ve wandered away from that.
I ask you one last time, can you let it be? Can we let the voices of someone else vibrate through our communities without it being torn to pieces?
I believe in you, whomever chooses to read this.
I truly do.
I thought maybe some of you Moscropians may enjoy this video, even if only a little. It’s never a bad thing to look back and take in some of your fellow gradmates’s wisdom :)
I have nothing personal against church. I’m not the kind of person who sides himself on one side or the other when it comes to religion…or at least I genuinely try not to. However, I came to the following conclusion the other day: church asks some really rough questions. I got asked (indirectly) if I thought I was a good person. No subquestion, or further explanation.
I’m not. Not according to any set of rules out there. No matter how many good qualities I can try to possess or gain, that doesn’t change the fact that to my own standards or the church’s, I am not a good person. Does that rattle me? Probably. As much as I try to ignore, or pull the positives, I can’t.
I’m sorry everybody. I’m not a good person. I’m sorry I’m not a good person.
Is this how your supposed to feel?
So I used to be a pitcher when I was younger. One day during one of my games, I was throwing pretty badly, and you know when in baseball games, the coach comes out of the dugout to talk with the pitcher. Well, if not that’s what happened. Instead of coaching me, he told me this story:
“Once upon a time, there was a little kid. He wanted some candy, so he went to the store. He found out that the store was out of candy, so what did he do?
He went next door and got some candy there. End of story. “
Now at the time I thought he was just nuts. But I suppose some of it stuck, since we won. :)
At times I think and remember this story since he passed away a long time ago. I don’t think I’ve yet figured out the true meaning of the story, but I’m sure it doesn’t just apply to me. It can apply for whoever reads this too :) So good luck, and if you ever figure it out, tell me? I’d like to know.
Sometimes, I like to imagine my life as movie. Me being the lead star of course. It generally involves me being some sort of high stealth teen spy who really is from Russia or japan or some epic country like that. Either that or I’m some lost teen indie soul, looking for what completes the gap in his knowledge…(kinda like Michael cera movies) but really I’m neither. Not even close. Does that make me crazy?
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Canteloupe Island - Herbie Hancock
Definetely the best recording of this chart :) Herbie Hancock just destroys the definition of funk…
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Remember - Hank Mobley
Thanks to Mr. Shier, i’ve found one of the most epicly swinging songs ever recorded on this planet. Good ol’ Mr. Shier, Thank you.
