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Dance Pants

Published on June 24, 2007 in Music and Photo. 2 Comments

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I can’t get enough. The music. The jamz. The WU! Dance Party 2002. OK! Here’s a life les­son (#4): LIFE IS CYCLICAL. You find your­self. In your new shoes. Your new per­sona. You feel legit. You always do. AND you love it. So, your in it (How much does Gar­den State suck? … it’s the Suf­jan of movies, you like it, but it cheap­ens your exis­tence)… Tonight, we were vis­it­ing, then the past comes back. Life is put into a new per­spec­tive. I can’t help but put myself into the low­est com­mon denom­i­na­tor. FIRST, I hate to think I am bet­ter than any­one else. I mean, I do it, think it, but I am eter­nally bummed out about it. How could I know more than any­one? I for­get my sister’s birth­day, I mess up, lose friends, say the WRONG thing… I am a con­stant foot in the mouth. It’s a bummer.

I have always wanted an eter­nal per­spec­tive. The eter­nal tran­scen­dence. No mat­ter what. Punk Rock. Con­ser­v­a­tive Chris­t­ian. It’s the “eter­nal” per­spec­tive. Whether it be heaven, or the cos­mos. I want to be like Bucky. I don’t want to fight for reli­gion, or pol­i­tics, just eternity.

Snooze

Published on June 4, 2007 in Photo. 2 Comments

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Lately I’ve been spread­ing my inter­ests between “writ­ing” posts for Tum­blr, the front page, we enjoy links, etc. and have neglected my home. I recently posted an inter­view. Though a step in the right direc­tion, I mostly wrote it weeks ago. Great things I’ve read lately: this inter­view. Michael Cera came back into my life. This is one of those slow news days though.

Adden­dum “Why I want to see Knocked Up”:

Good reviews from Chase, Jon, Dalas V., Liz is work­ing, Wil­low, Digg, and Buz­zFeed.

For Shame

Published on May 12, 2007 in Internet and Photo. 3 Comments

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I’ve done some pretty ridicu­lous stuff in my time. Once, while show­ing off on a bike, I injured myself so badly that I required intense surgery on my knee. It was embar­rass­ing as hell. More recently, I was really excited about see­ing Lloyd and Michael play. Not that I had ever really heard them, or that any­one has. But I knew it must be good. Manta®, Bad­ger King, Dear Nora. How could it not be good? So, the embar­rass­ing, shame­ful part came because I was so excited. I wanted to let them (i.e. m. ritchey) know that I (peo­ple in gen­eral) were excited. Build up some antic­i­pa­tion for both of us. Right? So I leave a com­ment the night before. The next day there is a post semi about the music so I leave another com­ment think­ing I can delete the first and that this is a more appro­pri­ate place any­way. Then this hap­pens, which isn’t a huge deal, just embar­rass­ing. The best part is that we didn’t make it in time to see them play.

Then I cut my fin­ger with a damn x-acto knife. THIS HAS NEVER HAPPENED TO ME. I felt like an idiot. It is almost healed all the way now and I’m begin­ning to get over it, but I felt so ridicu­lous at the time.

All of that is noth­ing com­pared to today. The most shame­ful. Last night, we had a crazy intense dance party (by that I mean I was way too excited danc­ing to gangsta rap while every­one watched). Suf­fice it to say, it was awe­some. The shame came today when I woke up. I AM IN SO MUCH PAIN. My lower back is all jacked. I’m 22! This isn’t sup­posed to hap­pen until I’m 65 or some­thing. So today I’ve been wad­dling around, feel­ing absolutely ridicu­lous. Try­ing to act like it’s nothing.

so excited matthew

Published on April 23, 2007 in Photo. 0 Comments

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“I’m so excited”

So it goes.

Published on April 12, 2007 in Photo. 1 Comment

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“Maybe in a mil­lion years every­body will be as smart as he was and see things the way he did. But, com­pared to the aver­age per­son of today, he was as dif­fer­ent as a man from Mars.” A few hours ago, Kurt Von­negut died.