Portland, Maine in the pouring rain

Yep, that's where I'll be for the next week. Well not exactly Portland...but it sounds cool right? Very much looking forward to the time to just chill in the middle of nowhere and read some good books. Oh and listen to some amazing music. I like rainy days, so maybe it really will be in the pouring rain. So that picture below this is a picture from the Russian convention in Brooklyn a few weeks ago. Had a ton of fun and hung out with some cool people afterwards. The assembly hall was amazing, from the outside the building looks way too small to fit that huge auditorium. Must be an old theater or something.



Oh and I just finished read 'The Picture of Dorian Grey'. Very interesting. As expected, many awesome quotes and such, but it's easy to see why Oscar Wilde is a better playwright than author. It gets kind of tiresome when everyone 'flings' themselves onto chairs or some scent always 'hangs heavy' in the air. All in all, a good read though. Now to end with a quote from said book...

'How fitting that my first passionate love letter be to a dead girl'

In the wake of the conversation....

Music: 'Style No. 6312' The White Octave

So I know it's been quite a while since I last posted on here, but I was having laptop troubles. Stupid AC Adpators.

So I'm officially learning Russian. Zdrastvootye! Too bad I can't type in the Cyrillic alphabet. It's been a blast so far, and I've actually picked up a little bit of it. I'm hoping to take a class soon, if there will be enough people interested in taking it.

I hate pop culture. I can't go into it now, but I hate it. I think that dumb new show "Till Death" shows just one facet of what I hate. It either shows one extreme or the other in this case. Marriage is neither a fairy tell nor hell on Earth. At least if you marry the right person. It just perpetuates the myth that no one can be happy when they're married. Of course not, when you marry for the wrong reasons. Don't get married becuase you need to, get married because you want to. Does that make any sense? But I digress.... I'm just tired of it always portrayed as either this terrible tragedy or some blissful unattainable utopia. As usual, life falls somewhere in the middle. I do believe it can be amazing and it certainly can be much closer to the good extreme, but for that to be true takes alot of work from both parties. So many people give up before they even start. Probably becuase they find out it's not as great as they thought, so automatically they figure the worst extreme must be true, and it becomes a self-fulfilling prophecy. But what do I know? I've only had one semi-serious relationship and that ended in disaster.

It's the D in Denver that scares me to no end......

When the time we have now ends....

Hmmmm, so I don't know what to write about right now. I hate it, I always have these inner monolouges going in my head all day long, and then I go to sit down and write something here, and everything goes blank. I really DO have interesting and (maybe) insightful comments, I swear!

So in the background I'm watching the Jimmy Eat World concert DVD. It's just plain amazing, to see so much energy and passion poured into so many great songs, esp. the ones off of 'Clarity'. That album is one of my top favorite albums, every song has a story and memories for me and means so much to me. Yet I know that others would probably listen to that album and think nothing of it. Amazing how our psyche can get so wrapped up in music or photos or just places that mean so much to us and absolutely nothing to everyone else. If I could only write songs that make others feel half of what a song like 'For Me This is Heaven' or 'Goodbye Sky Harbor' makes me feel like, that ultimate combination of sheer joy of life with this beautiful devastating melancholoy, I would be happy.

Or maybe I'm just being melodramatic....your choice....

'The only voice I want to hear.....is yours....'

Forever Got Shorter

Current Music: 'Good Day' - Dresden Dolls (ironic)

So a guy I worked with died in a car accident Tuesday night. I didn't know him too well, so I don't really feel it as personally as some guys. Still, it makes you consider your own mortality a lot more than normal, espcially considering he was the same age as me. Anytime, anywhere, and you can be gone. One day a living, breathing person, and the next...just a speedily fading memory in a few of your friend's heads. Can you really blame them, though? Life comes quicker and quicker, and you can't live in the past, even for your best friends. It also made me think of how people look at me. Would I be remembered as being a nice guy, friendly, etc.? Or would I just be remembered as a sad and bitter person? Hmmmm...

I went down to NYC yesterday with some friends. Always a good time, except for the traffic this time. I hate the FDR when it's backed up. Ugh. A two-hour trip turned into five-and-a-half. Well, I can now say I've seen all of Manhattan from 116th street to Canal street on the street level of Lexington avenue. :-p At least the Metropolitan had some interesting displays of Egyptian artifacts. And the Moroccan restaurant in the village had really good food and a cool atmosphere.

Oh well, in keeping with the first paragraph...now a lyric from Burns Out Bright

'And if you take our proudest moments
and stand them up against the rest
Would we be happy with what we see?
I am so much more than the sum of all my parts'

Bad picture time.......

Ok so here's an extremely terrible picture of me, but it's one of the few I have, and I figured I'd put the one that had me and my baby in it. :-D I hate the look on my face, I look like such an arrogant idiot haha. Oh well, as you can tell, I'm not very photogenic....

At least you see my bass guitar :-)

The Calendar Just Hung Itself

So my first post. Incidentally, the title of this blog is from the song I'm listening to right now. Mmm Bright Eyes. :-) Bonus points if you recognized that. Basically I started this because some of my friends are on here and I thought it would be cool to post thoughts/photos/stuff in general. I'll have a profile up soon, in the meantime, BE PATIENT!

'The clock's heart hangs in it's open chest
with it's hands towards a calendar hanging itself...'