Saturday, October 17, 2009
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
Wednesday, August 5, 2009
In my defense, I do try.
Open up the page, stare blankly, yet longingly at that ever-mocking blinky cursor thing. I believe this is attempt number 3. or 4 if you count the time my modem just stopped working and i couldn't even access the intertangledness that is the internet and simply waved the white flag (code word for went to sleep).
And now you're asking me for my for 10 goals.
I've never been one for overachieving, so generally my goals float around the vicinity of "wake up at 6am to run everyday," "don't eat red meat for a month," or "try not to drink till you puke." And I've always been trapped in wonderment when I see "achievers" in action. Then, immediately following the mouth-gaping awe is a secret bittersweet hurricane of thought. It begins like this: Let me leave the big goals to the others, let me sit happily on the sidelines. Let me reap the benefits of all that achievement, watch the movies that are made, read the books that are written, stay in the hotels that have been imagined, eat the food, wear the clothes. Let me cheer on life and capturing it all in my memory (and with my trusty G7). But the bitter little fucker comes when i think to myself: "Self, are you underestimating you? Are you underutilizing your talents? (and here comes the ultimate bitter - the bitter that leaves you with your tongue out wishing you could skim that layer of tastebuds off) Self, are you simply a lazy coward?!"
And right at that moment, when that last question settles its bitter, nasty little self into my heartstrings, is when I have the biggest goals and feel conviction with the greatest tenacity. I will start my own creative firm with E-S-G-U-E-R-R-A on the front door. I will quit this job, and work for Leo Burnett in Dubai. I will write the most creative, beautiful work this world has ever seen.
So I start at step one, with the vivacity of a freight train, by reevaluating my current work and mapping out my course of action. I can do it. I will get there. It's so simple. All I need to do is...
..And then the locomotive that is my will, slows. Even stops, sometimes. And my goals return to their meager little selves - "Clean the house as you go so it doesn't get too dirty," "Try to put $500 in savings a month instead of buying shoes."
But you know what? I'm OK with my measly little goals. It makes for that moment when I feel the strongest about my future, feel even more wonderful and so thick with emotion, whether its me hysterical and crying or flitting about with the vigor of a wide-eyed child.
So sometimes i have big goals and sometimes they are little. But all of the goals mentioned have been real at one point of another. Let me see... that's 8.
So, here's 2 more that I have at this very moment:
1. Write more, coz this was fun.
2. Don't let my anger make a fool of me. (totally unrelated to anything here, but totally related to something in the browser window next to this one)
And now you're asking me for my for 10 goals.
I've never been one for overachieving, so generally my goals float around the vicinity of "wake up at 6am to run everyday," "don't eat red meat for a month," or "try not to drink till you puke." And I've always been trapped in wonderment when I see "achievers" in action. Then, immediately following the mouth-gaping awe is a secret bittersweet hurricane of thought. It begins like this: Let me leave the big goals to the others, let me sit happily on the sidelines. Let me reap the benefits of all that achievement, watch the movies that are made, read the books that are written, stay in the hotels that have been imagined, eat the food, wear the clothes. Let me cheer on life and capturing it all in my memory (and with my trusty G7). But the bitter little fucker comes when i think to myself: "Self, are you underestimating you? Are you underutilizing your talents? (and here comes the ultimate bitter - the bitter that leaves you with your tongue out wishing you could skim that layer of tastebuds off) Self, are you simply a lazy coward?!"
And right at that moment, when that last question settles its bitter, nasty little self into my heartstrings, is when I have the biggest goals and feel conviction with the greatest tenacity. I will start my own creative firm with E-S-G-U-E-R-R-A on the front door. I will quit this job, and work for Leo Burnett in Dubai. I will write the most creative, beautiful work this world has ever seen.
So I start at step one, with the vivacity of a freight train, by reevaluating my current work and mapping out my course of action. I can do it. I will get there. It's so simple. All I need to do is...
..And then the locomotive that is my will, slows. Even stops, sometimes. And my goals return to their meager little selves - "Clean the house as you go so it doesn't get too dirty," "Try to put $500 in savings a month instead of buying shoes."
But you know what? I'm OK with my measly little goals. It makes for that moment when I feel the strongest about my future, feel even more wonderful and so thick with emotion, whether its me hysterical and crying or flitting about with the vigor of a wide-eyed child.
So sometimes i have big goals and sometimes they are little. But all of the goals mentioned have been real at one point of another. Let me see... that's 8.
So, here's 2 more that I have at this very moment:
1. Write more, coz this was fun.
2. Don't let my anger make a fool of me. (totally unrelated to anything here, but totally related to something in the browser window next to this one)
Saturday, July 25, 2009
Pool Party Update
The party just never stops in NYC!
First off, battle of the sexes a couple weeks ago at the Staten Island Cook Off. The men made all kinds of meat (of course!) including grilled steaks and spaghetti and meatballs. It was topped off with Jungle Juice (my request-and downfall), while the ladies made Sinigang Roast Chicken, Clam Dip, Gourmet Pizzas and Cupcakes.
Meanwhile, at around 2 am Partee Pork decided it would be a good idea to put a beer keg on top of the grill. It exploded and was found on the street the next morning. When asked about his bright idea, he explained he wanted it to be "like a rocket." Very good Partee!
I missed this spectacle, as I did most of the night because I was passed out before midnight. How sad.
ROCK THE BELLS
Next on the agenda, for me and Cindy at least was the much awaited Rock the Bells at Jones Beach. It took us a couple hours to get there but it was so worth it. Seeing Common, Talib, Wu-Tang, Big Boi, Pete Rock, Nas, Damien Marley and others all in one afternoon was the dopeness.
Talib and Common on one stage = priceless.
HOMEWORK # 3
Ok, so some of us never even did number 2 (me included) and some haven't turned in anything (I don't wanna mention any names, BANJ) but let's start off clean and do homework numbr 3.
Write down 10 goals or dreams you have for the next five years of your life. No matter how crazy or ridiculous they might sound, as long as you are dead serious about wanting to achieve them. And as a side bar, write down 5 things you wanted to be or do as a child/teenager and let us know if you actually became or did any of those things. If not, well, everyday is a new day and there is still time! :)
Deadline is August 1- a week from now.
Peace Out Party People :)
First off, battle of the sexes a couple weeks ago at the Staten Island Cook Off. The men made all kinds of meat (of course!) including grilled steaks and spaghetti and meatballs. It was topped off with Jungle Juice (my request-and downfall), while the ladies made Sinigang Roast Chicken, Clam Dip, Gourmet Pizzas and Cupcakes.
Meanwhile, at around 2 am Partee Pork decided it would be a good idea to put a beer keg on top of the grill. It exploded and was found on the street the next morning. When asked about his bright idea, he explained he wanted it to be "like a rocket." Very good Partee!
I missed this spectacle, as I did most of the night because I was passed out before midnight. How sad.
ROCK THE BELLS
Next on the agenda, for me and Cindy at least was the much awaited Rock the Bells at Jones Beach. It took us a couple hours to get there but it was so worth it. Seeing Common, Talib, Wu-Tang, Big Boi, Pete Rock, Nas, Damien Marley and others all in one afternoon was the dopeness.
Talib and Common on one stage = priceless.
HOMEWORK # 3
Ok, so some of us never even did number 2 (me included) and some haven't turned in anything (I don't wanna mention any names, BANJ) but let's start off clean and do homework numbr 3.
Write down 10 goals or dreams you have for the next five years of your life. No matter how crazy or ridiculous they might sound, as long as you are dead serious about wanting to achieve them. And as a side bar, write down 5 things you wanted to be or do as a child/teenager and let us know if you actually became or did any of those things. If not, well, everyday is a new day and there is still time! :)
Deadline is August 1- a week from now.
Peace Out Party People :)
Monday, July 20, 2009
Q-Tip at Summerstage in Central Park... Amazing
It's a great thing when your favorite MC, who you show up two hours early to get in line to see, gives it his all and just puts on an amazing show. Q-Tip did not fail to impress this Summerstage and did not fail to impress me. Simply put, amazing. And I say this with two days to think it over, so all my thoughts are thoroughly secured. Check out some pics and comments from the show below:
With a great mix from all the ATCQ and solo hits, the highlight for me was the 10 min 'Electric Relaxation'. Not only is it my favorite Tribe song, Q-Tip continued the end of the song into a great jam along with his backing band. Another great highlight was 'Vivrant Thing' with a special guest dance appearance by the one and only Bad Boy himself, P. Diddy.
With the main act taken care of, let's move onto the opening act. I was greatly surprised and now a fan of this little Swedish quartet named Little Dragon. Fabulous little hipster grooves with a sultry female lead voice. Reminds me, but not exactly like, Portishead. I just think their spirit is reminiscent of the great trip-hop group.
The other opening act was the Harvard-ite duo of Chester French. Some songs were poppy enough to get into but the stage performance left me unimpressed. Check out their mixtape, which I gave a listen to, has some good songs. Overall I'm left with an 'ehh' opinion on the group.
Keep posted for more pics from the show...
-Poetic
Thursday, July 16, 2009
I know, I'm obsessed...
I know, I know...you're thinking that there are one too many posts about '(500) Days of Summer'. But what can I say. I really love this movie. It instantly jumped in to my Top Five list and sits right next to 'High Fidelity' as my favorite movie of all time.
Like I said before, Music, Art, Movies, Books, these things matter. I see so much of myself in the lead character. I definitely relate to his hopeless romanticism (or should I say emotional laziness). But at the end, we all win...
Check out a cool article about the movie here at LATimes.com, enjoy.
Out of Control...
It's been a tough couple of weeks. Going out, having fun, getting out of control. All in one night. I can tell you it's putting a burden on my health. Not to mention that I have to make it into work the next day. Then do it all over again.
So we really did have a pool party last Saturday at Summer Jam • Grospeville 2009. I'm sure you've all seen the pics. All I can say is that sometimes you just have to get loose with it. Poetics highlights are as follow (as much as I can remember anyway):
- Drinking beer
- Listening / Dancing to irie reggae sounds
- Apparently had "joos"
- Taking a lot of pictures
- Trying to kiss everyone
- More dancing
- Rain
- Jumping in the pool
- Running around in my underwear (I don't know if this is true)
- My nose bleeding
- Rock Band
If you have further information of my nigh, please comment...
- Poetic
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