nNow look at what you jus saw tThis is what u live for

xXnowhere but hereXx on aging (in the 2thousands): (one) settle down, self-inspect, conceive abstract thing worked out a "frame" for mmself (like in linguistics) (two) figure out what y'am for; give up, then settled with discovering why i put one foot in front the other (third) get cozy with the above, vampd for a long time —relative term— and wont forget to get excited ( that means getting into both the ups aAAAND downs ) (four) the ups and downs of familys and friends and even the people i dont know (ehhh) because that seems important seeing as how we all just randomly awake in one environment or another and then that's where we begin and then that'll determine whohow we are to my friends: whoacaine hanscho: some weird stuff regarding self importance everybody else: snakebro goes mexico -=-==who will survive in america! i wonder what this will be like in one year, two years, five years?==-=- 'aaaaaaaaaaaaasssccsssaaaa' the wind tries to say on the big out of placed willow sitting out front inside its sidewalk-cropped bed of damp n dark soil 'go to columbia law school' i think thats what it said last time i walked by, mothrfck iend theme musici

you are so youtiful to mee

experiment: selfexpression on top of the sunsetting hill that breathes with the wind and the smell of the wetted bark: the computer that laptop macbook generation. youth, toddlerhood, infancy, incapability is where we begin! A roomful of babies is phooey you don't want to imagine their tragedy if left to their own means. Parenting, domesticating what it is is providing which utilities a,,, a baby can not itself. And certainly more than one utility in every case, and what follows, the grief the self-realization, -determination, -demarcation is choosing which you want for yourself. The parents, what they provide —provisions here being: utilities, environments, cognitive skills— greatly inflects what then their young choose for themselves; what precedes is the "xxequilibrating in maturation:" we are formed and desire certain utilities and our moms are like…dafug? Each generation has its growth upon the previous because once the utility is made avail. to generation a (( s.t. |a|<|b| )) generation a will incorporate the utility —with increasing frequency— generating the "provision-precedent" (a coolass term) in generation b. Like, quality-of-life standards. warmth water nutrients stimulation supervision __cultural incorporation ____apparel ____credit ____a bike a skateboard a roller blades a pushcart ____a car! ____the internet think at each level, we fault the ability to provide the things ourselves. We lose the necessary motor stuff it gets stiff sitting out in the garage like that, the performing system just lacks a little bit or something. Can you make dinner tonight? Can you make dinner tonight? proof by harry dean martin (as read by washington irving rhames)

The neutered cat meows licks the crib they built that night, assemblage provided by thhhh-omas of Ikea who led them through his domain the tall halls of boxed, stored furnitures, with the proverb of a martyr The brite giggle of her rattle absent Thoughts tense sensations to adumbrate the retribution of a phantom claw (phantom clawing our nostalgias and exposed feet bony at the bottom of the bed) the tendency of fur to act as a suction pump against innocent skin and mouth and gum. The mother (my wife) turns over her mind recovering its neurotic, recurring flatulence, and the cat returns to its mission of choke choke choke and snip. While slooped on the couch in the living room the husband drops his Beer on the rug his head tilts in that cute way that manfaces get curious as he notices the the strange light, too round and warm, to be of the moon or one of her cousins, pouring out of the baby's room. Shocked that it seems to navigate the various pieces of furniture settles at the foot of the couch, lighting the Beer spill with much of the same pomp and intrepidity as the lost pet that's been the cause of his wife banishing him to sleep on the couch for the last week he does the only thing he's been trained to do in a moment of serendipity. Pull the covers over his head. Start wishing/whimpering until he falls asleep for a nap that will last only one hour When he will be woken brutally by his wife's sounds from that other room "how did you not hear her!": proof that women and felines invented the subconscious to tear apart man stronger, happier, and taller than she.

pushin and puffin and huffin and heaving

liveblog 2010

DRINK

SKYLINE commercial coool

DIPLO commercial for my blackberry touch (did he just dude a cool phone-twirl/throw trick while wearing his suit and texting a businessman across the atlantic? shit that shit must be both professional aand cool)

intel commercial

chevy comm

ercial! corvettes doing cool burnouts up a track, dad hauling a thing in his big ole truck! more corvettes yeaa baby

oh MLB on FOX brought to us by Ch

evrolet alright game on

i'm calling flyouts

hoooey 97mph that one was furioussss,, pop fly! yeaahboii yer outta here DRINK

deep breath bum, take it easy, left outfield! yerrrr outta here cody ross wit tha scoop DRINK, thas right 2 for 2

kazzzzow downtheline then out at first

CHEVROLET unplugging their car? wait aint that where the gasoline goes? where do i put the gasoline? chevy runs deep? oh okay, i get i

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which team do you like? i dont know but this commercial's all about buying shit, look at that stack of tickets in that guys' hand! <3,>

CHEVROLEY look at all them milfs you can get in this thing. seriously. they will smile at you and lock eyes across THE WHOLE restaurant crowded with or without your kids' muddy baseball team! homerun: you! you look fine in this thing. one-nothin

GAME'S ON

buster poser out at first.. obviously cut to the guy with the purp

le bow tie for the downlow, what happened there purple guy? steeerikeout cody ross

who's this weirdo looking guy? DRINK (preliminary rule: if rangers' obscurities are mentioned/noticed/brought-up)

NISSAN JUKE COMMERCIAL, or, caution: driving this car will make you drive like a jerk

Donald Trump commercial? w/e i'm down

what is quattron?

Dunkin donuts sausage bites: "that looks so good" –weirdo alert–

simpson's treehouse of horror number 21? weeird

ROBOT FIGHT SCENE WHAAAAAAAT DIRECTV I WILL BUY THIS PRODUCT THAT'S FOR SURE

consensus: these pistachio commercials are pretty funny

WHOAAAA DUBS PLAYY

fined $25k for not cooperating with the media: "I'll akss myself my own questions"

YEEE RENTERIA

shhhh y'all god bless america (clip of the Bushes in a little cart)

whoa dodge ram commercial

hop. strikeout. maddy bumgarner ladies,, oh josh hamilton's up! ..awkward

ahh! he left that there ball in the sand and then his cheeks are all like "rmmhh" full-up with some cshew; no texans gotten to second base not tonight no way no way

rangers' out, huff's up

windows phone, great commercial yo guys, hilarious, tension built by music, slapstick relief… well played. windows: 1, doors: und.

i love these artfully constructed mass-media projects: well-funded, -manufactured art=! why not?! are they employing clever artists? seems like it. are they delusioning a whole shitton millions of people? well gotta do what ygotta do

harry potter movie trailer

I have seen your heart, and it is mine.

(wahaaaaa?

all this other shay, irrelevant, essay, texting, sugar from vanilla swiss almond (it was being thrown away, i was doing those asian girls a service ;)

field report, casebreaking news:

cody ross with another catch! That's my boy right there. I knew Cody Ross when he was 15 he was friends with my dad. fuckkkk another

back to maddy, donne with that let's get outta here

here's the rst of the game, abridged:

overproduced commercials, fast cuts, intuitive editing, zoomed-in, flushedface professionals, he has a beard, little nods, microadjustments, commercials, BLAMMO COMMERCIAL, strikeout, stats: stats that give historico-traditional context, stats that celebrate behemoth singular effort, stats that celebrate adherence to goals, dreams, folklores, walk number 4 from the rangers pitchers, commercials, beer billboards behind homeplate so even if you're not thinking about buying shit for a second at least your eyes are, why are all those fans still there? where is the beer i'm thirsty is it cold outside is my essay good do i need better winter shoes am i in love i'm a sucker that's for sure

victory!

liveblog complete <3

tr hummer:

What do you do for a living? I like poems. This one’s my favorite: The cat comes in on little cat feet. You know it? The cat comes in. The bicycle hangs perfect on the rack, dusty, but well oiled and functional. Restoration? The arc of our lives carries us forward, its pace controlled by an invisible metronome. He says that boys laughed at him when he fell. I said Fuck You. What do you do for a living? His hands worry the thickening blood on his neck. I like that poem too, I say, but it’s fog: the fog comes in on little cat feet. He frowns, thinking. Yes, he says, the cat comes in on little cat feet, and he slouches his shoulders, arms out, creeping in the air. See? It makes an image in my mind.

i'm in the room like hu hu huh with mad whelps

http://sfbay.craigslist.org/eby/zip/2025938385.html

gris gris

YO GATHER ROUND, that's what the self-centered ferric wheel was saying WELCOME TO ROSARIO DAWSON'S CREEK in spray-paint like MSPaint up high on the wall behind him like almost up by the ceiling, his wine in his hand but he still juggles various responsibilities and characters and conversations and one or two whirling chainsaws seamlessly, they rocking back and forth just a wee bit in a personal cozy and intimate way, but blam right almost affront him, that pretty girl is showing him pictures of himself now and she holds

it mostly in front of him and points its nose down at her feet and his face up his at face and she leans so long so near into him and bows her head down –ear to his breast– to be able to properly manage scrolling through the previous IMG02_6701 IMG02_6702 and IMG02_6703, each frame at least like 85% his face, the last 15% indiscriminately back-ground, a radius on the floor is cleared and she scoots her feet closer

man who are you man —i was like taken aback, he activated my tuff

nahh dog not just your name —so i gave him just enough

and i socked him in the guts —watch it muthafuck!

lsdank

the youtube biennial! art made of our westernworld's social extract! holy moly

joao silva! ahhhh kablooie muthafuck. better be so passionate about every step you take you ready to be the fuck blown up on each one

Lthis is the shit what you get when you messss with us

TIME FOR AN EXPLOSION

TIME FOR AN EXPLOSION YEAAAHHH

got some music going finally got some music going, "secret east bay band"

sometimes music about arrival (okay note bene how about beethovens 6, like esp the first movement right?) okay it also seems so longing to me, like the gradual crescendo, the meadows expanding around you as you get further in, you arrive more, you enter not only the doorway anymore but not the anteroom and the hallway and what's that a vintage settee in your living room? yknow, the increase in volume in sensation, that also feels so like longing to me. like saying goodbye and then entering the airport, the number of people around you, n=1 at dismissal (referring to the person you depart), increases really fast and then you're looking back through the crowd but like ovviously it's sweeping along like the waves of sheets on slanted roads in medium rain

i been fly so long i fell asleep on the fckn plane

la mia revolucionaria:

yo man we were going down the elevator one time it was late and i was at like 12 loko arready or some shit right and they was so loud in the elevator that when that shit opens up on the lobby floor there's the ra hottass brittni and she's got her clipboard all up in her waist lookin all like the tight bitch she is and so we're goin

g down the elevator and they're stomping just echoing down the whole thing so you can hear it real loud at the bottom-like but we're going down and i'm texting prettygirl janelly saying real shit about how we're coming chill out and then the elevator 'bings' and then bam the door slides open all slow right like whothefuck pushed the button and didn wait for the door some hasty impatient fuck but then so the doors open and there was some other universe and them all just like paused looked over at us real blank like and then the doors slid back across real slow separated us and them again

bought my first coffee today it was iced, having dreams of karl

i smile —but she doesn't see

"he didnt do anything you see? he just played"

what follows? balance i think that's the important part it's a sort of mastery of all the disparate ele/ailments in our lives. gracefully engaging and disengaging from things, and the hard part is reflecting (on) them and synthesizing them. the future of the cell phone -and handheld technology- is spooky. and balance is important in everything, the toughest one is balancing others's (ie the earth's homeostasis) because they are microadjusting as well (hopefully1).

1 are microadjustments substantial enough? are macroadjustments unfeasible? thinking of Sunday Times Syndrome, where people read whoaa mind-expanding news and then the next morning are already spooked by the responsibilities of how to do monday's schedule and blahblahblah, whatever more immediate thoughts —not the world-turning-upside down capital-T Truth from the sunday times article.

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poem princess

that stoic pretty maiden/figurehead

tilted over onto the handrailing

looking at the projection of herself

on all the walls in the place

blam blam blam

the bass blasts

but no matter

not to her

no way

she's fixied right there look at her all saturated

with herself

down below they look at who is she holy moly

she makes theirs night

hers

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i wonder about echolocation and whether it is better than sight because echolocation is more efficient or something. is it a better sense? like did dolphins economize their brains better? would they be superior (at least brainwise) to us if only they'd come out of the water? the communis sensus is that sight carries more bandwidth is bandwider than hearing. but we communicate via sound waves. sight is mostly waited on communication, it is far more difficult to do physical labor and perform sign language than to simply speak. and plus the world is way scarier when you see when waking up in the morning before hearing it