Lift submissions were due today.
I’ll let you slide maybe if your shit is good enough. I’m really busy the next two weeks so there is a bit of a grace period that yes, I knew about, I’d call it good planning. There actually are ZERO articles about music, so don’t be shy.
I hate my phone.
I finally sold out and signed up for this Friendster bullshit.
It’s pretty harmless, but also pretty pointless. A lot of bullshit ass social climbing type shit if you ask me. I don’t plan on spending very much more time on there.
Some possible scenarios:
1: You like [Insert not-that-obscure, but seemingly obscure due to lack of general public acceptance, band name or beat author everyone had to read in highschool or book that became a movie or some generalized interest that seems like it would make you cooler here]?
Oh wow I like the [umm, yeah] TOO!
We should totally be friends.
Best friends. Because we like the same stuff. In real life even.
2: Hey, aren’t you in my personal network of friends?
Yes, I believe I am. Let’s be real friends.
Hooray.
3: Hey you left a testimonial about me that said you wanted to fuck.
Yeah?
Well?
4: I feel that your interests make up for your lack of compassion and humanity.
I agree.
Let’s be friends.
5: Hey, I thought you were my friend but it turns out you have 947 other friends.
Oh, that’s because I am an elite friendster. That’s what I do, I make friends.
My pants are tight.
Injustice tonight.
In the form of missed buses, forgotten thoughts, sold concert tickets for good shows, sold out amazing shows, miles of walking, disrespect to some people I love but not the deceptive ones, they deserve disrespect, bad luck, bad jokes, bad parties, whiskey, bad timing, loneliness, left behind objects, truth in experience, deception, airplanes, Vienna beef, worries, concrete, confusion and some downright directional laughter, same old shit but more poignant when you’re by yourself going from place to place and still not all that pleased about where you end up until you’re in your bed but not everyone is.
All that shit is personal though, fuck all that, people are hungry right? What am I complaining about.
And I knew everything that was going to happen tonight except that I was wrong in predicting that I was going to get shot through the guts walking through bad neighborhoods by myself; that never happened. I’m also thankful about that.
Of course everything ended beautifully with a content belly and a roof over my head.
Maslow is a real fucker.
Man, British punk rock rules. Do I have to say anything else to justify this statement? I don’t think so.
So today I learned in my interpersonal communications class that I am pretty consistantly Disconfirming others. I am impervious, meaning I ignore others, and the conversational overtures of others, I use irrelevance, or unrelated subject segues, and I make impersonal responses, or trite, cliched, superficial or generic responses. The way we were discussing it though was that often people do all these things without realizing it and it causes communication problems. Well I saw you and I don’t want to talk to you.
Good movies should make things taste differently. They should make walking down a street you’ve walked down hundreds of times look new. That said, The Pianist is amazing.
I still can’t sign up for my classes. Financial block. First cause of stress in weeks.
I had a really good weekend. It’s worth mentioning.
Let the mighty eagle soar.
OK everybody knows that the Wu-Tang Clan’s 36 Chambers is an essential album to own. If you don’t you’re missing out. Easily in the top 5 albums of the 90’s. Definitely the best thing out there that falls under the umbrella of gangster rap. Wu-Tang Clan ain’t nothin to fuck wit. You should know all this already. What I didn’t know, and maybe you don’t know yet, is that the whole album was made just to get deals to spin off a shitload more amazing records. So with that in mind, here is the revised Top 5 Albums of the 90’s (and I do mean out of everything this isn’t like top 5 Wu Tang albums or top 5 rap albums or something, Top 5 Albums):
1. Wu-Tang Clan - 36 Chambers
2. GZA/Genius - Liquid Swords
3. Method Man - Tical
4. Raekwon - Strictly 4 Cuban Linx
5. Ol Dirty Bastard - Return to the 36 Chambers
No OJ, no straw, when you give it to me, give it to me raw.
Unrelated to the Wu-Tang, I’ve said it before, but I’ll say it again, Marcel Duchamp rules.
My mom found this website and she’s been here at least 10 times. Who else would be using District 97’s google search to find it? It makes me want to not update even more than my own indifference to the site.
Hello, I am bad at maintaining this site but people come anyway so hello.