Monthly Archives: June 2009

Look Where We Worship [archive]

i’ve given the commonplace book a much needed update. Jim Morrison has a lot to say about art, cameras, chance, city, death, everything, film, religion, sex, sleep, and the womb. but mostly he just talks about film:

The appeal of cinema lies in the fear of death.

oh yeah, Jim? a girl told me that once but i only believed her because she’s beautiful. what do you have to make me believe you? a rock & roll band?

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Expressway to Yr. Skull – Sonic Youth (1986) [archive]

the other night i was hanging out at a friend’s apartment on mission doing one of my favorite things to do past midnight: getting stoned and listening to rock & roll. most of the guys there listen to really solid … Continue reading

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manifested communism [archive]

so let it be written

  1. Abolition of property in land and application of all rents of land to public purposes.
  2. A heavy progressive or graduated income tax.
  3. Abolition of all right of inheritance.
  4. Confiscation of the property of all emigrants and rebels.
  5. Centralization of credit in the hands of the state, by means of a national bank with state capital and an exclusive monopoly.
  6. Centralization of the means of communication and transport in the hands of the state.
  7. Extension of factories and instruments of production owned by the state; the bringing into cultivation of wastelands, and the improvement of the soil generally in accordance with a common plan.
  8. Equal liability of all to labor. Establishment of industrial armies, especially for agriculture.
  9. Combination of agriculture with manufacturing industries; gradual abolition of the distinction between town and country, by a more equable distribution of the population over the country.
  10. Free education for all children in public schools. Abolition of children’s factory labor in its present form. Combination of education with industrial production, etc., etc.

so let it be done

  1. Abolition of property in land and application of all rents of land to public purposes.
  2. A heavy progressive or graduated income tax.
  3. Abolition of all right of inheritance.
  4. Confiscation of the property of all emigrants and rebels.
  5. Centralization of credit in the hands of the state, by means of a national bank with state capital and an exclusive monopoly.
  6. Centralization of the means of communication and transport in the hands of the state.
  7. Extension of factories and instruments of production owned by the state; the bringing into cultivation of wastelands, and the improvement of the soil generally in accordance with a common plan.
  8. Equal liability of all to labor. Establishment of industrial armies, especially for agriculture.
  9. Combination of agriculture with manufacturing industries; gradual abolition of the distinction between town and country, by a more equable distribution of the population over the country.
  10. Free education for all children in public schools. Abolition of children’s factory labor in its present form. Combination of education with industrial production, etc., etc.

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Yesterday and Today – The Field (2009) [archive]

already halfway through 2009, i figured i would begin this blog with a post about my favorite album of the year (so far). as the album art maybe reveals, this album’s all about minimalism. with his ear moving closer to … Continue reading

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’cause i’ve got one eye in my pocket and the other one is hailing a taxi cab [archive]

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Love Lockdown [archive]

the creator of the perfect pop album died yesterday.

moving on, i’m a part of a new blog that you should check out periodically:

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The Times They Are A-Changin’ [archive]

things on my mind right now: Bob Dylan. revolution. Iran. evolution. iPhone. Internet. society. popularity. fame. work. play. kill. gay. freedom. parade. swimming.

you better start swimmin’ or you’ll sink like a stone

yesterday, after a couple bowls, i went swimming in the heated pool at Chris’ apartment complex. there’s nothing like feeling like a bird for a few hours, simply flying from perch to perch, diving, swerving, colliding, riding. have you wondered what’s the difference between flying and swimming?

the loser now will be later to win

one of the simplest ways to sound wise is by making extremely mundane comments, like “everyone makes mistakes” or “you’ve gotta do what you gotta do” or, in the most extreme, “that’s the way it is.” god, often credited as the wisest being in the universe, attained his glory with the stupidest (and, to this day, least challenged) statement of all: “i am what i am.” however, by overstepping the bounds of redundant rationalism and restraint, stepping into the dark shadow of maniacal madness and infinite brilliance, one can stack peaks of genius incomprehensible and carve valleys of all-encompassing knowledge. all it takes is a reversal of certain mundane statements. for example, “love is the greatest human passion” becomes “love will kill us all.” “i fear death” becomes “i eagerly await death.” and “losers lose” becomes “losers win.”

the battle outside ragin’ will soon shake your windows and rattle your walls

if you haven’t noticed, the Iranian people hate their government (i’m not the only one!). after an election pretty clearly robbed by the incumbent presidency (he got more votes in some cities than their actual populations), protests have rocked the capital city of Tehran. it’s been going on for almost two weeks now. they started out peaceful (and for the most part seemed to remain so) except for in instances where Iranian authorities opened fire on citizens. actually, the protests and peaceful gatherings are dying a slow death, as the government promises serious crackdowns, as family and friends continue to be injured or killed, as optimism fizzles into ashes. i’m rooting for the Iranian people, of course, and i hope (pessimistically) for the best, but mostly i pray that if ever the people around me felt wronged to the point of bursting, that we will have the power and resolve (and stamina) to take to the streets.

please get out of the new one if you can’t lend your hand

Google. Facebook. Twitter. Flickr. YouTube. welcome to the Internet. they may not be the giants today or tomorrow, but right now at this exact moment, they are. and you should be paying attention. your parents may be trying to understand, you should try to help them out. you might think it’s really simple, but you grew up with the web getting stuck in your hair like sand after playing at the beach too long. or fuck it. ignore the older generation and wait for them to die, instead focus your energy on trying to keep up with the younger generation. but that’s no use. when you were growing up, growing into your coil of flesh, the younger generation was still just atoms in the air, actually transmitting messages, they were the air and circuitry that is the internet. and now that they’re alive human beings, they might have forgotten their electrical past, but it strikes their neurons a thousand times a second. they’ll always be ahead of you. try your hardest to keep up, but don’t make yourself unhappy doing it. if you feel yourself losing it, then let go.

the first one now will later be last

is there anyone that knows, is there anyone that cares? you pray, so you must care about something, though you may not know a thing. do you got any friends? do you have a baby? do you love because your brain pounds your brain to love? you love because your brain pounds your brain to love. you drive to the driving range because you’re driven to drive to driving range. you pull water from a well through a pulley because you’re pulled to the pulley to pull water from the well. shotguns shoot guns at your bleeding brain, where you once stood, but now you just think. and someone asks you, what do you stand for? and you say, i don’t stand for anything, but sure do think a lot. roar the lion roars. pick the guitar picks. here’s a folk song sung by Bobby Dylan himself:

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what my stomach did in los angeles [archive]

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Black Dog / Led Zeppelin / Led Zeppelin IV / 1971

Hey hey mama, said the way you move
Gonna make you sweat, gonna make you groove.
Oh oh child, way you shake that thing
Gonna make you burn, gonna make you sting.
Hey hey baby, when you walk that way
Watch your honey drip, cant keep away.

Ah yeah, ah yeah, ah, ah, ah, ah yeah, ah yeah, ah, ah, ah.

I gotta roll, cant stand still,
Got a flamin’ heart, can’t get my fill
Eyes that shine, burning red,
Dreams of you all through my head.

Ah ah ah ah ah ah, ah ah, ah ah, ah ah, ahhhhhhh…

Hey baby, oh baby, pretty baby,
Tell me what you do me now.
Hey baby, oh baby, pretty baby,
Tell me what you do me now.

Didn’t take too long ‘fore I found out
What people mean by “down and out.”
Spent my money, took my car,
Started tellin’ her friends she goin’ be a star.
I don’t know but I been told
A big legged woman ain’t got no soul.

Ah yeah, ah yeah, ah, ah, ah, ah yeah, ah yeah, ah, ah, ah.

All I ask for when I pray,
Steady rollin’ woman gonna come my way.
Need a woman gonna hold my hand
And tell me no lies, make me a happy man.
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paella pleased and purple [archive]

that’s my beautiful cousin Nadia posing before feasting on a delicious platter of paella. if you didn’t know, after my various travels in Turkey, the winds thwarted my immediate plans for home, sweeping me to the Spanish sands of Barcelona. thanks to that wonderful girl and her super-friendly boyfriend, i had a really cool place to stay for a few days (while the skies cleared up), even though visitors already filled their apartments and in spite of my sudden arrival. thanks, guys.

i am home now and, jobless, not doing a whole lot. so far i’ve been enjoying the tastes (Mexican, Chinese, American, Italian, Vietnamese, Thai, probably more) and sounds (The Field). here are my summer plans:

  • learn a new word daily
  • write a poem daily
  • become an English grammar expert
  • beat Final Fantasy VII
  • bike at least once a week
  • improve HTML skills

not too ambitious, right? i also have a reading list going. i started it in Turkey, sitting in the Han’s courtyard, sipping on beer with the twins. contemplating my summer, i realized that nothing would make me happier than reading as many books as i did last summer. but this time i took suggestions. Meryl immediately voted Galax-Arena, a book she’s been trying to get me to read for some time. apparently it’s a novel that seriously influenced her as a kid, and part of being in love is sharing all the bullshit that you’re obsessed with and affected you. and we are VERY obsessive people, so we’re constantly sharing things with each other. besides that, i’ve got Elise’s vote to read as well, The Fountainhead, Ayn Rand’s first major literary success. the most i know about it is that Wikipedia considers it a “philosophical novel.” good enough for me. the third book on my list is my personal vote: the Qur’an. as much as i despise religion, i love religion. i read the Upanishads AND “Siddhartha” last summer, which is a whole lot of Hinduism and Buddhism. i’m pretty down to read the central religious text of Islam, especially after visiting one of the most ancient Islamic communities.

unfortunately, i haven’t really gotten off to a great start. too obsessed with the internet, i guess. the only two books i’ve read are Lewis Carroll’s Alice in Wonderland and Through the Looking-Glass, and the only reason i read those is because i was bored at airports/on planes. (by the way, those books are definitely essential reads, especially the latter, they’re easy too! you have no reason not to read them). interestingly, Millie said the Alice on the front cover of my copy resembles Meryl. eh, it’s just the hair. at the moment, i’ve had The Communist Manifesto and a book of Jim Morrison poems sitting on my desk, staring at me for the past few days.

let’s see what other nonsense i can eject from my phone’s notes. i wrote the following as a means of dissecting how i critique music, subconsciously:

everything starts at 0. sounds instruments lyrics intention context connection — these things, if done to my liking, can only increase the score, but never decrease. music i say i hate i should really say i find uninteresting. those are 0s.

i believe this sprung out a discussion i had with my mom a few months ago about Dr. Dre. she said she could never listen to his music because of the distasteful lyrics–I just wanna fuck bad bitches..All them nights I never had bitches..Now I’m all up in that ass bitches…And tell your friends where the dick’s at…Yeah the bitch took the whole eight…Chicken-head, chicken-fed, with a dick in your mouth…Out and about with your nigga like it never took place…Next time you need a taste–but even though i agree the lyrics can be a little fucked sometimes, i can’t complain because the beats he lays down just erase everything. that’s what i’m talking about. “Fuck You” is still a 5 even if it gets 0 for lyrics.

what else, what else. oh yeah, i saw this scribbled on the wall of a psyched out residence hall at Berkeley over winter break:

the answer is that you can only know the answer when you’re on drugs and you have to keep doing drugs or you’ll forget it

maybe. probably not, though. it intrigued me because i know what he’s talking about. i just don’t agree with her entirely. here are some more random thoughts from my head:

girls = flowers

beggars can’t be choosers

you’re going to die someday. are you ready? it doesn’t mater because it’s going to happen regardless. is realizing that fact the same as being ready? maybe. but does being ready mean not being afraid? not necessarily. i don’t think i’ll ever stop fearing death, but i’ll always be ready. ready to die.

whole load of crap, right? i didn’t even write the second one at all! that’s just a common cliche! oh well, i guess i just really believed it when i scribbled it down into my phone. now that i’ve cleaned out my phone of notes and my mind of ideas, i can bring you daily ronny updates once again, clear and free. Continue reading

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