content is king
I need a break. From everything.
Perhaps a month in a log cabin next to a serene lake surrounded by woods, by myself, with nobody else for miles and miles around.
But for now I continue to wake up to the damned sounds of lawn mowers and traffic in the morning.
I hate it.
One thing that really frustrates me is not finding people to go watch good movies with. By good I do not mean “Johnny English”, “The Hulk”, or even “LXG.”
There are two movies that I want to really watch soon: “Raising Victor Vargas” and “Russian Ark” (subtitled in English, took over ten years to plan, and was filmed in a single take). I was invited to go watch Johnny English, but I refused because I knew I couldn’t stand such drivel.
Oh well. I can’t blame people for having poor tastes.
I’ll probably end up watching the two movies aforementioned by myself sooner or later. Which wouldn’t be too bad since then there would be no one to bug me during the movie asking “Huh? What’d he just say? What just happened? What’s going on?”
The optimistic hippies of the world proclaim that all people are generally good and kind.
Right.
It would be smarter to assume that people are stupid unless they prove themselves otherwise.
Case in point: as I was walking through the park today, I overheard a woman say, “Wow, it smells like trees.”
Intelligence abounds.
Brushing all formalities aside, I present to you the stark and bleak world that is Yaser’s mind. Nothing extraordinary. Nothing inspiring. But odd.
Very odd.
I just pre-ordered the Lion King and Matrix Reloaded on DVD not more than ten minutes ago. Both of them come out in October, but I pre-ordered them both in July.
And I talked to myself on the bus today.
This concludes my first guest post for the truly noble cause that is the Blogathon 2003.
No, I am not schizophrenic. Yet.
movies yet to be seen:
-The Blue Collar Comedy Tour
-Erik The Viking
-Cats & Dogs
-Anything at all on cable.
K.B. told me to listen to them first in Fall’01. I did, simply because he is such a great guy. I downloaded them and kept then in my mp3 player for the entire semester.
And thought carefully. I knew I had heard the name before, somewhere, where god where. After weeks of random thinking, it came to me. I don’t carry around a wallet. I haven’t for years now. I do keep one though. In my satchel.
In my wallet is a ticket. To the only concert I’ve ever been to. That was a year before that. It’s a Dave Matthews Band concert. On that ticket, the opening act is by a band called Guster.
I thought so.
You were almost kind, you were almost true
Don’t let me see that other side of you
You have learned in time that you must be cruel
I’ll have to wait to get the best of you
Poison in everything you said
Don’t you, don’t you?
Wonder what difference does it make……Either way
You were almost kind, you were almost true
Why give away that other side of you
Happens every time, so it must be true
Step on a kid, he’ll grow up hating you
Poison in everything you said
Don’t you, don’t you
Wonder what difference does it make….Either way
Were you ever kind, were you always cruel?
Who’s ever seen that other side of you?
Happened every time, so it must be true?
Where did you learn it’s either him or you?
You were almost kind, you were almost true
Don’t let me see that other side of you
You have learned in time that you must be cruel
I’ll have to wait to get the best of you
Poison in everything you said
Don’t you, don’t you?
Wonder what difference does it make
As I rush out of the kitchen and down the flight of stairs, he mutters outloud
“Slave to the machine”.
How true is that? take away your computer, your pager, your cell and your pda. Flick away the tv remote, the mp3 player and the radio station knob.
Let the silence envelope you.
Then you’ll realize why you did it all in the first place.
Because you couldn’t stand to spend one minute with your own self.
Or maybe you just like gadgets, I don’t know I’m in the middle of dinner here.
deep fried chicken.
love in a bag
I still recall that craving. It struck me over 3 years ago. A craving, an insane one, for roast beef. I had just come back to school after a semester of work and I was sitting in the libary. Or the computer lab. Or maybe even some campus place, I can’t remember.
I finally gave in, walked over to the local Arby’s and ordered their largest, biggest, mega-est sandwich. With extra cheddar cheese.
No drink. I swallowed that baby down in a two minutes flat. And have lived roast-beef crave free since.