Hal
Indicative- is something that seems to directly suggest something else by being a kind of product of that something.
Disdain- an almost exaggerated hate or severe distaste for something else.
Subversive- and action or idea having a kind of undermining effect of some other idea or structure.
Cyclical- of or relating to cycles. a suggestion of continuity or balance.
Badger- a medium sized North American Land mammal known for its ferocity, ill temper, and strength.
Friday, October 11, 2013
Friday, October 4, 2013
Red
Red is the color of passion, I supose; unless it is pink... Hell, I dont know. Red is, however, the color of violence, rage and fury. Red is used by a madidor to antagonize the bull. If you drive a red car you have to pay more for insurance, so I guess, theoretically, your red car either indicates that you are a more aggressive driver, or that the sight of your red car will somehow inspire others to violence.
Even without the promise of violence, red carries with it a history of severity or seriousness. A code red is always a very serious affair- It never indicates a shortage of puppies, anyway. The emergeny phone in movies is always red. I have always wanted a big red phone for this reason, with a little flashing light, so that all of my phone calls would seem like the hight of urgency. The red in peoples eyes, that a biological response not subject to metaphorical contruity, is usually indictative of some kind of serious strain or stress; anger, fatige, ect. And of course it must be stated that red is the color of blood. How ohsovery appropriate. So, are all of these other serious implications of red due to the fact that the color of blood instills strong emotions in us? Or is that fact that blood is red just another happy coincidence is this interesting little chain of events?
Not that red isn't a lovely color.
Wednesday, September 25, 2013
We 3 Letters, O' The Family
Dear, Joe.
You're coming to spend the summer? Well, okay, let me give you alittle run down of how things kinda run around here. Guess you'll have to decide whether to stay with me or dad. I live in Buffalo with my girl and her three kids: Chaos ensues. I think youll have fun there, but you also might lose some hair when the kids go to killing eachother and/or dividing assets of somekind.
Dad of course lives in the middle of nowhere. Should you stay out there youll be spending alot of time at the river, watching CBS, and probably having early morning theological/political discussions. I'll come out and provide you with back up. Dad and I get along well, but in a cold, detatched sort of way, unless we are ranting about something.
I know you haven't seen Mom in a long time, so you should probably say hi. Mom is witty and eccentric as always. You won't be able to pick up on our conversations because no one does.
Mom's been spending alot of time fixing her old house, and stays alittle frazzled. We help her work on the house when we can, and I guess thats where most of our "family time" takes place.
Bev is Mom's friend, and she's almost indescibable. She's sort of Worldly and Back-Home all at the same time. She makes her living trading things that retailers don't want around anymore, and as such knows how to make the best of things. If you spend anytime at Mom's with us, there is no telling what sort of conversation you may find yourself involed in.
We all try to keep our noses pretty much clean these days. We're all getting older, but in different respects, I supose. You'll find that much of our perspective comes from leading a hard and rather unorthodox life, but really I think these kinds of families are becoming more common all the time.
Admissions Board
I come from what might be called a broken family. My parents split up when I was 4, and were divorced when I was five. I lived with my mother, who was somewhat broken by the incident. I saw my father maybe once a year. I was raised with a strong sense of dysfuntion.
I was a very angry child. I think I came by it honestly. As I started to mature into a teenager, I began to get in more and more trouble, and it was my policy to differ the causation of the trouble onto another person. Looking back now, I dont think I was ever fully accountable for anything I did. It was when the trouble started that Dear Old Dad decided maybe he should have a role in my life. I went from living with a broken mother whom I could control, to living with a stern old outlaw father with very little evidence of compassion or human emotion. My strategy changed considerably during this transition.
They never got along, Mom and Dad, and their only unifying factor was trying to find a way to keep me out of a long term shit storm. Part of me resented them both for their attempt to stifle an already broken child, and part of me was wracked with guilt that I could never live up to their expectations, modist though they were.
I eventually moved back with my mother, abandoning my angry father, and running the muck that I had always dreamed of. I always had certain standards for myself, and as long as they didnt involve me submitting to any kind of authority I was pretty good about adhearing to them. I was considered oddly moral for the crowd that I ran in........._unfinished_
China Kid.
Dear Eastern Student Counter Part.
I only know bits and pieces about your culture. I am very interested to hear about your family life in particular. I hope I am not off base by asking. Perhaps it would help if I told you something of my own family dynamic.
I am a child of divorce. This is now a pretty common thing in my country, almost a cultural norm, or at least it is in my mind. Certainly nothing to be too very broken up about. My parents are two very different people, with their own inherent merits and faults, and I can't even imagine them sharing a living space. I love them both seperately, and never had any childhood fantasies about their reconciliation. It's much better that way for all of us.
My family is pretty much limited to Mom and Dad. I know Mom's family, but I dont mesh with them well, so it is Mom and Dad that we will focus on.
They disagreed about much during the course of my childhood. It is really only now that I am an adult that they have a civil relationship betwen them even in my absense. They have actually been spending alot more time together than either of them do with me. No, they are not getting back together. I shudder at the thought, as do do they, as far as I know, but I believe that they have accepted the fact that we are some kind of family for eachother. Even if our family isn't exactly textbook, I believe that there comes a time when you realize that the people that are in your life, whoever they are, are there for a reason.
We went out the other night. Me, Mom, Dad, and Lindsay- my girlfriend- all together at a bar. It was odd, definately, but not at all awkward. I happen to like my closely-independent little family, and I don't believe I would trade them for all the tea in China.
You're coming to spend the summer? Well, okay, let me give you alittle run down of how things kinda run around here. Guess you'll have to decide whether to stay with me or dad. I live in Buffalo with my girl and her three kids: Chaos ensues. I think youll have fun there, but you also might lose some hair when the kids go to killing eachother and/or dividing assets of somekind.
Dad of course lives in the middle of nowhere. Should you stay out there youll be spending alot of time at the river, watching CBS, and probably having early morning theological/political discussions. I'll come out and provide you with back up. Dad and I get along well, but in a cold, detatched sort of way, unless we are ranting about something.
I know you haven't seen Mom in a long time, so you should probably say hi. Mom is witty and eccentric as always. You won't be able to pick up on our conversations because no one does.
Mom's been spending alot of time fixing her old house, and stays alittle frazzled. We help her work on the house when we can, and I guess thats where most of our "family time" takes place.
Bev is Mom's friend, and she's almost indescibable. She's sort of Worldly and Back-Home all at the same time. She makes her living trading things that retailers don't want around anymore, and as such knows how to make the best of things. If you spend anytime at Mom's with us, there is no telling what sort of conversation you may find yourself involed in.
We all try to keep our noses pretty much clean these days. We're all getting older, but in different respects, I supose. You'll find that much of our perspective comes from leading a hard and rather unorthodox life, but really I think these kinds of families are becoming more common all the time.
Admissions Board
I come from what might be called a broken family. My parents split up when I was 4, and were divorced when I was five. I lived with my mother, who was somewhat broken by the incident. I saw my father maybe once a year. I was raised with a strong sense of dysfuntion.
I was a very angry child. I think I came by it honestly. As I started to mature into a teenager, I began to get in more and more trouble, and it was my policy to differ the causation of the trouble onto another person. Looking back now, I dont think I was ever fully accountable for anything I did. It was when the trouble started that Dear Old Dad decided maybe he should have a role in my life. I went from living with a broken mother whom I could control, to living with a stern old outlaw father with very little evidence of compassion or human emotion. My strategy changed considerably during this transition.
They never got along, Mom and Dad, and their only unifying factor was trying to find a way to keep me out of a long term shit storm. Part of me resented them both for their attempt to stifle an already broken child, and part of me was wracked with guilt that I could never live up to their expectations, modist though they were.
I eventually moved back with my mother, abandoning my angry father, and running the muck that I had always dreamed of. I always had certain standards for myself, and as long as they didnt involve me submitting to any kind of authority I was pretty good about adhearing to them. I was considered oddly moral for the crowd that I ran in........._unfinished_
China Kid.
Dear Eastern Student Counter Part.
I only know bits and pieces about your culture. I am very interested to hear about your family life in particular. I hope I am not off base by asking. Perhaps it would help if I told you something of my own family dynamic.
I am a child of divorce. This is now a pretty common thing in my country, almost a cultural norm, or at least it is in my mind. Certainly nothing to be too very broken up about. My parents are two very different people, with their own inherent merits and faults, and I can't even imagine them sharing a living space. I love them both seperately, and never had any childhood fantasies about their reconciliation. It's much better that way for all of us.
My family is pretty much limited to Mom and Dad. I know Mom's family, but I dont mesh with them well, so it is Mom and Dad that we will focus on.
They disagreed about much during the course of my childhood. It is really only now that I am an adult that they have a civil relationship betwen them even in my absense. They have actually been spending alot more time together than either of them do with me. No, they are not getting back together. I shudder at the thought, as do do they, as far as I know, but I believe that they have accepted the fact that we are some kind of family for eachother. Even if our family isn't exactly textbook, I believe that there comes a time when you realize that the people that are in your life, whoever they are, are there for a reason.
We went out the other night. Me, Mom, Dad, and Lindsay- my girlfriend- all together at a bar. It was odd, definately, but not at all awkward. I happen to like my closely-independent little family, and I don't believe I would trade them for all the tea in China.
Image Response
1.Pimp my Kettle. The image shown on the board- the little mullet man with the pimped out kettle- has an image below it I can barely see except that is says chicken. Could this image be for instant rice? I have never cooked chicken with a kettle. I would like to think that the image is actually for really hardcore tea drinkers. Tea is awesome. I believe this, though I dont drink much of it. However, tea has sort of a wimpier, froo froo, vaguely english feel. here is a harder one.
2.Hot air balloon downed over a billboard of an upsidedown vacuum... ummm. okay you got me with this one. Is the vaccuum devouring the balloon? Im just not really sure what to make of this. I feel like I'm Mising the obvious statement, but I just cant quite put my finger on it... Who might the audience be for this? Motorists?
3. Coca Cola add. This one is abunch or various sports players on a faded, oldtimey backround of bright, happy color. That sort of leads to the idea that the audience is athletes. The caption says 130 + years of coca cola posters past to present. I think the measage is that coke has always been with you, since before you were born. Drink coke and recapture the pleasures of the past, playing on people's nastalgia. Coke people are happier, they're always doing exciting things, making friends, and enjoying life.
4. The hoodlum is incapacitated, underneath the walker of what is presumable a little old lady. The logo reads "Senior Self-Defense". Im taking it to be a literal add for a senoir self defense program, Unless of course the "Senior" is a name, a title, or a distinction of experience, and the picture is just a clever illustration.
5. The tree parking space. "reserved for drunk drivers". It is obviously part of the large public saftey add campaign against drinking and driving. Since there is not a product, the target or audience is the potential offenders themselves. I also feel that the general public is a target here, I mean those that never drink and drive, because the very image and idea instill some fear, and promote more support of law inforcement, though indirectly.
6.The image of a child lying facedown on a beach towel UNDER the water. The target is parents and families that frequent pools and swimming holes. Here, again, we have a public saftey add. Playing on fear. The image is disburbing, but there again is the light humor, like he is actually hanging out down there on a towel, to lighten the mood, and make it more palatable. This one, despite the humor, I think is effective. The child walking by looking at him is also wearing a life jacket.
2.Hot air balloon downed over a billboard of an upsidedown vacuum... ummm. okay you got me with this one. Is the vaccuum devouring the balloon? Im just not really sure what to make of this. I feel like I'm Mising the obvious statement, but I just cant quite put my finger on it... Who might the audience be for this? Motorists?
3. Coca Cola add. This one is abunch or various sports players on a faded, oldtimey backround of bright, happy color. That sort of leads to the idea that the audience is athletes. The caption says 130 + years of coca cola posters past to present. I think the measage is that coke has always been with you, since before you were born. Drink coke and recapture the pleasures of the past, playing on people's nastalgia. Coke people are happier, they're always doing exciting things, making friends, and enjoying life.
4. The hoodlum is incapacitated, underneath the walker of what is presumable a little old lady. The logo reads "Senior Self-Defense". Im taking it to be a literal add for a senoir self defense program, Unless of course the "Senior" is a name, a title, or a distinction of experience, and the picture is just a clever illustration.
5. The tree parking space. "reserved for drunk drivers". It is obviously part of the large public saftey add campaign against drinking and driving. Since there is not a product, the target or audience is the potential offenders themselves. I also feel that the general public is a target here, I mean those that never drink and drive, because the very image and idea instill some fear, and promote more support of law inforcement, though indirectly.
6.The image of a child lying facedown on a beach towel UNDER the water. The target is parents and families that frequent pools and swimming holes. Here, again, we have a public saftey add. Playing on fear. The image is disburbing, but there again is the light humor, like he is actually hanging out down there on a towel, to lighten the mood, and make it more palatable. This one, despite the humor, I think is effective. The child walking by looking at him is also wearing a life jacket.
The Melting Pot of Traits- "Study But Don't Stalk"
I am slouched in a chair, distant from the atrium full of people blocking me from my class. I'll be late soon. I'm anxious because this particular crowd is so off-putting. I don't fit with them.
I'm confused as to why I wore these dirty old girl jeans. I've just gotten my hair done, you see. It's a new style of mullet gaining quick popularity in the U.K.: Guy-feathered in the front, messy windblown in the back. I look like an Abercrombian Medusa. Therein lies the problem. The super mullet is itchy, and goes badly with the girl jeans, which are also quite itchy.
There is only one way to get through this crowd: The mustache. With the mustache's new found popularity comes the ability to look like a freak and still be hip. I have grown this emergency mustache for just such an occasion.
The distorted tattoos on the sides of my wrinkled old face would also have the crowd upon me in a heartbeat. I've had to grow sideburns in order to conceal them from prying eyes. The mustache and the sideburns are locked in a battle of facial hair bravado, and I find it hard to keep my attention on the matter at hand.
Im anxious. I fear that even if I do penetrate the crowd, that I will not know the place in which I end up. I consult with the voices in my head. They are chatty today, to say the least.
"Where are we?" they ask.
"Where have we ever been?"
Keyword Traits:
Confused
Distracted
Off-Put
Rushed
Distant
Talkative
Anxious
Lost
Itchy
Tattooed
Wrinkled
Mustached
Grundgy
Girl-Jeans
Super Messy Hair Style
Sideburns
Feathered Guy-Hair
Slouched
-15 Marked
Here I slouch in a chair, distant from the atrium full of people blocking me from my class. I'll be late soon. Anxienty hits, because this particular crowd is so off-putting. I don't fit with them.
So confused as to why I wore these dirty old girl jeans. My new hair style do, you see. A new style of mullet gaining quick popularity in the U.K.: Guy-feathered in the front, messy windblown in the back. I look like an Abercrombian Medusa. Therein lies the problem. The super mullet is itchy, and goes badly with the girl jeans- also quite itchy.
I find only one way to get through this crowd: The mustache. With the mustache's new found popularity comes the ability to look like a freak and still be hip. For just such an occasion, the emergency mustache came to be.
The distorted tattoos on the sides of my wrinkled old face would provoke the crowd in a heartbeat. New sideburns, in order to conceal them from prying eyes. The mustache and the sideburns, locked in a battle of facial hair bravado, make it hard to keep my attention on the matter at hand.
So anxious. I fear that even if I do penetrate the crowd, I will not know the place in which I end up. I consult with the voices in my head. Very chatty today, to say the least.
"Where do we go?" they ask.
"Where from here?"
Last Revision
I'm confused as to why I wore these dirty old girl jeans. I've just gotten my hair done, you see. It's a new style of mullet gaining quick popularity in the U.K.: Guy-feathered in the front, messy windblown in the back. I look like an Abercrombian Medusa. Therein lies the problem. The super mullet is itchy, and goes badly with the girl jeans, which are also quite itchy.
There is only one way to get through this crowd: The mustache. With the mustache's new found popularity comes the ability to look like a freak and still be hip. I have grown this emergency mustache for just such an occasion.
The distorted tattoos on the sides of my wrinkled old face would also have the crowd upon me in a heartbeat. I've had to grow sideburns in order to conceal them from prying eyes. The mustache and the sideburns are locked in a battle of facial hair bravado, and I find it hard to keep my attention on the matter at hand.
Im anxious. I fear that even if I do penetrate the crowd, that I will not know the place in which I end up. I consult with the voices in my head. They are chatty today, to say the least.
"Where are we?" they ask.
"Where have we ever been?"
Keyword Traits:
Confused
Distracted
Off-Put
Rushed
Distant
Talkative
Anxious
Lost
Itchy
Tattooed
Wrinkled
Mustached
Grundgy
Girl-Jeans
Super Messy Hair Style
Sideburns
Feathered Guy-Hair
Slouched
-15 Marked
Here I slouch in a chair, distant from the atrium full of people blocking me from my class. I'll be late soon. Anxienty hits, because this particular crowd is so off-putting. I don't fit with them.
So confused as to why I wore these dirty old girl jeans. My new hair style do, you see. A new style of mullet gaining quick popularity in the U.K.: Guy-feathered in the front, messy windblown in the back. I look like an Abercrombian Medusa. Therein lies the problem. The super mullet is itchy, and goes badly with the girl jeans- also quite itchy.
I find only one way to get through this crowd: The mustache. With the mustache's new found popularity comes the ability to look like a freak and still be hip. For just such an occasion, the emergency mustache came to be.
The distorted tattoos on the sides of my wrinkled old face would provoke the crowd in a heartbeat. New sideburns, in order to conceal them from prying eyes. The mustache and the sideburns, locked in a battle of facial hair bravado, make it hard to keep my attention on the matter at hand.
So anxious. I fear that even if I do penetrate the crowd, I will not know the place in which I end up. I consult with the voices in my head. Very chatty today, to say the least.
"Where do we go?" they ask.
"Where from here?"
Last Revision
Set down deep in this chair, far away from the disturbing tumult of people
up ahead. I can't seem to settle my nerves, running so far behind.
Why am I still wearing these jeans? Day 3. I can't get them off-so tight
and caked with filth, they've become part of my body.
My skin so irritated. It was all I could do to flip the front of my hair
this morning. The back remains the tangled mess gifted me upon waking.
Fur runs down the sides of my face like some old, dirty seadog, and dwarfs
the sad tangle found there on my lip.
The scars of my past: old lines on my face; old ink beneath my skin. How I
got to this point I cannot discern.
A dialogue, with the demons of that same past, hold me fast to my chair,
keeping me from my destination on the other side of the storm.
Friday, September 20, 2013
The Doughnut's Perspective.
Beautiful morning, Agent. Look, there’s a lovely park bent to sit upon so that you may eat me. It is my purpose in life to be enjoyed by a human. My, what a shiny brief case you have. What does that big red button do? I wondered- Hey. What’s that? Pigeon. The dreaded antagonist of all doughnuts. What does it want, agent? Me? Gasp! No, you mustn’t let it have its pigeony way with me or else- OUCH! You have torn my flesh! Why have you... Oh I see. Distract the Pigeon and- HE'S NOT GOING IT. Quick, you have to think of something before he- AHHH. PIDGEON ATTACK! No! Fight em off, Fight em off! IM FLYING! umf. Ahh. The relative safety of the ground. Surely with the pigeon trapped within that shiny brief case nothing can- wait.... What’s the brief case doing? HES GOT A GUN! Run, Agent, run! Take cover! Death from above! If only we could-Wait, What are you doing?! Put me down! I can’t take another hostage situation! Not after the bear claw standoff.
Okay now let’s just think about this... You don’t really want to burn me- YOU NEED ME. You better do what he says, bird brain, I think he means it. Look look, He’s coming out. Now if you can just- NO DONT RUSH HIM! Crap. You really did it now. How’s that missile lookin’? You can’t leave me with him. I’m begging you- OH IM FLYING AGAIN AND umf. Good thing that big red button broke my fall. Hey, where are we going now? I CANT TAKE THESE ARIEL ACROBATICS! What is this dark tension? If only I could see- OH DEAR GOD IM FALLING! UMF. Ahh. The safety of the ground again. Only...OH DEAR GOD NO! STOP THE PECKING! You did this, Agent. you can’t just leave me here like this. Fine just walk away. Wait, is that? Oh Jesus sweet relief.
Wednesday, September 18, 2013
Everyone needs something to bitch about
I think that everyone needs something to bitch about. How do I explain exactly what I mean by this?...
I am not suggesting that complaining is at all a constructive way to deal with your problems. As a matter of fact, I think complaining is detrimental to well being, and the problem solving process.
I do, however, think that everyone needs that one thing to vent about. True, sometimes the subject itself is so trouble some that it has to be ventd about, but Im suposing that if no seriious enough problem exists, that that steam, even if it is not built over a particular issue, has to have something to be vented out through.
A good example of this line of thinking is the Rant. Sure, some rants are actually hostile and not so very constructive. I think of these more as tyrades. But a rant, a good rant, often has little to do with the actually subject or subjects of that rant, but more to do with the overall pressure of daily life as a whole. When somebody uses the phrase, "dont get me started," it is quite possible that a good rant is in actuallity what they need for what ails them.
Comedy is all tied up in rants, particularlly stand-up. I mean, lets face it, thats what stand-up IS. Stand up is literally some person out of the crowd with a quirky personallity and an interesting manner of desbribing things, standing up out of the audience and bitching about there life, or how silly conventions seem to them.
I am not suggesting that complaining is at all a constructive way to deal with your problems. As a matter of fact, I think complaining is detrimental to well being, and the problem solving process.
I do, however, think that everyone needs that one thing to vent about. True, sometimes the subject itself is so trouble some that it has to be ventd about, but Im suposing that if no seriious enough problem exists, that that steam, even if it is not built over a particular issue, has to have something to be vented out through.
A good example of this line of thinking is the Rant. Sure, some rants are actually hostile and not so very constructive. I think of these more as tyrades. But a rant, a good rant, often has little to do with the actually subject or subjects of that rant, but more to do with the overall pressure of daily life as a whole. When somebody uses the phrase, "dont get me started," it is quite possible that a good rant is in actuallity what they need for what ails them.
Comedy is all tied up in rants, particularlly stand-up. I mean, lets face it, thats what stand-up IS. Stand up is literally some person out of the crowd with a quirky personallity and an interesting manner of desbribing things, standing up out of the audience and bitching about there life, or how silly conventions seem to them.
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