Friday, November 24, 2006

Wooster on Spring St.



in case you don't know, the mighty fine people at wooster collective have been working intensly on making the biggest piece of collaborated street art we've seen in quite some time. they've somehow been commishioned to do a bit of work at 11 Spring St. in SoHo. since the website hasn't released many details about what's going on, the only thing i can tell you about the project is that if you're in the city in the second week of December, you best be checkin' the website, because i imagine something glorious is about to happen.

for the time being, get down to spring street and check what's going on. just don't bring your camera. because i need to get there first, ya know?

Fuck Mr. Metcho

well, not really, at all. but, since he hates this place, and i love this song, and i bought the hat that might cost me my life because of the song, he can suck a duck.

Saturday, November 18, 2006

the prayer

Lord give me grace and dancing feet
And the power to impress
Lord give me grace and dancing feet
Let me outshine them all

Is it so wrong to crave recognition?
Second best, runner-up
Is it so wrong to want rewarding?
To want more than is given to you?
Than is given to you

Tonight make me unstoppable
And I will charm, I will slice
I will dazzle them with my wit
Tonight make me unstoppable
And I will charm, I will slice
I will dazzle, I will outshine them all

Standing on the packed dance floor
Our bodies thrown in time
Silent on the weekdays
Tonight I claim what's mine

Is it so wrong…

Tonight make me unstoppable…

Tonight make me unstoppable…
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Monday, November 13, 2006

oh, lord.

so, senior project.

i've spent the last three days staring at page 34 of my novella, and i can't get a damn thing done. i don't know why, either. i've set up a really interesting world with a really interesting character, and i know exactly what i want to do and how i want to do it, but something's just not clicking. can't really figure it out.

not going to lie: a lot of people have read it, and i don't mean writers, i mean people, have read it, and so far, i've gotten really good reviews. my mother and my father have both passed it on to family members and friends, and people seem to be raving about it. all of the acclaim should probably be making my head grow (and in some ways, it is. if ordinary readers are enjoying it, i do realize it's probably publishable), but it's doing the opposite, in fact; i'm petrified. and i don't know why. now, a bunch of people have these expectations, and i'm worried that i won't fulfill them.

in reality, i know it's a mute point, because this is an issue i typically deal with and, once i relax, can overcome. but, considering i have a deadline to meet at some point this week, i really need to find a way to get over it.

i did, however, just see that there's a freshman here working on National Novel Writing Month, and she has written about 7,000 words of fantasy work that i imagine to be terrible. considering that i 1) hate being shown up, 2) want to kill all the freshmen at my school, 3) despise fantasy writing, and 4) am the fucking man, seeing that she might catch up to me might be enough of a kick in the ass to get me working.

anyway, back to Hagherman, Colorado.

Sunday, November 12, 2006

like giving birth



December 22nd, 2002. I was in my senior year of high school. I had only been driving a car for two months. I couldn't legally buy a pack of cigarettes, let alone a beer. That was the last time it happened. That is, until today.

Until today.

December 22nd, 2002. It was the first year of Project Chad, the second year of The Edwards Regime. After a depressing loss to the lowly Bears, the New York Jets went into to Foxboro, Massachuessetts and defeated the defending-champion Patriots, 30-17, keeping their playoff dreams alive in the process. Pennington threw for 285 yards and three touchdowns. They would end up making the playoffs, defeating Payton Manning's Colts 41-0 in the Wild Card Round only to get pummelled by the Raiders the next week.

As a Jet fan, I still big expectations for the franchise, though. With a solid new quarterback, a dependable coach, and a slew of new draft picks, the sky was the limit.

Or so it seemed. In the next few years, the front office let a bunch of key players leave, Herm Edwards proved he couldn't tell time, and Chad Pennington's spaghetti-like shoulder ligaments took a worse beating than Tina Turner. While this happened, Bill Belichick led his homo-erotic looking quarterback and rival Patriots to
two more Super Bowl victory.

December 22nd, 2002. That was the last time the New York Jets had beaten the New England Patriots, the poster boys of the NFL. It was also the last time the Patriots had lost consecutive games.

That is, until today.



17-14. The Jets beat the Patriots today, 17-14, for the first time in
four years. Even going into the half with a 7-6 lead, it felt too good to be true. It wasn't until after a 34-yard Mike Nugent field goal in the fourth quarter that it felt like a game the Jets could win, but once I realized that a win was attainable, I began to have mild seizures. When Pennington hooked up with Jerricho Cotchery in the back of the endzone to give the Jets a 17-6 lead, it still felt too good to be true. The Patriots retailiated with a 4 play, 64 yard drive that ended in a touchdown and a two-point conversation.

But, on the final drive of the game, 46 yards away from the endzone, Shawn Ellis sacked Tom Brady, forcing him to fuble the ball and let the clock expire.




And, that was it. The Jets had won, improving their record to 5-4, with a relatively light scheduele ahead of them. The Patriots fall to 6-3, and hold a single game lead over the Jets in the AFC East.

That means, the Jets can win the division for the first time since 2002.

After four years of question marks, mirery, and heartbreak, this win is extremely important for the Jets. In their first season under new Head Coach Eric Mangini, the Jets have proven they can do a lot with a little. Their record is somewhat misleading, considering there are absolutely no real stars on the team. Mangini has convinced a group of sub-par players that they are alot better than they actually are, and it has left them playing the best football Jet fans have seen in years.




For myself, this is a huge day. This is the best feeling I've had after a win since the 2002 playoff victory. This team is promising, and intimidating. After spending the last year in New England, being surronded by their ignorant fans, I feel like I've won the lotto. And I can glow, as brightly as I want today. Oh man. After watching a Patriot organization that continues to get better and better every year, even after losing so many key players, it's so satisfying. I haven't been so proud to be a Jet fan in my entire life. So, please, humor me, and scream the phrase below.


J-E-T-S!
JETS!!!!
JETS!!!!
JETS!!!!

Tuesday, November 07, 2006

Monday, November 06, 2006

Wednesday, November 01, 2006

"It's my birthday; I'm forty-one today!"

I promise, this will be the last time I offer such a long-winded complaint on the subject, but how about that New York City clubscene, huh? I won't lie and say that i'm some sort of old-timer or original, but come on. When i was going to Vinyl every week, at least I'd meet some original people who were there for the music (OK, well, some went for the drugs, but, i mean, it was a juice bar. can you blame them?). Nowadays, it seems as if there's only two types of people you run into.

  1. Button-Down Crowd: These are the people you run into more often than not, especially during peak-hours. They, obviously, are wearing cheap button-down shirts and cheaper jeans, and can be found at tables with bottle service, hitting on every girl in the joint.
  2. Super-Kewl-Club-Kids: The same topless, tanned, bandana'ed fools who hog circles, doing the same step over and over again. Usually tweaking, found mostly during after-hours.
I can't really knock any of these people, but what's so strange about trying to be original? I mean, I know my history: the scene was founded by people who didn't fit in anywhere else, ecclectic people who took pride in being different. Nowadays, it's carbon copies everywhere, all of them in discount Paper, Denim, and Cloth. It's slightly heartbreaking. I wonder if anyone is even listening to the music anymore.

Anyway, here's the cute little video that spawned this rant.