Merry Christmas everyone!

i’d like to introduce you (again) to:

The Steinmeier International Family Christmas Leisure Ensemble.

http://www.jonsteinmeier.com/christmas/05.htm

Merry Christmas indeed.

it’s Jesus Christ’s birthday, you should dress up.

photos by Steven Vail (www.stevenvailphotography.com)

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So I decided after much deliberation to start blogging again.  I plan on updating this thing frequently and posting about random things here and there.  About music, thoughts/ideas, current interests and things of that nature.

But let me start by saying as of last Friday, I am a Disney College Program Alumni!  After 7 long months, I’ve finally completed the college program with the Disney Company (though I’m staying with Disney even after the program is COMPLETELY finalized January 2nd 2010).  The DCP is a sort of ROP program/internship at the Disneyland Resort where you take college courses at the Disney University located on site while working within the resort.  Now that King of the Hill is on I have TV ADD and I cannot concentrate on writing this any longer, it’s the episode where Bill is determined to kill himself for being alone during the holidays and obsessing over his ex-wife who left him.  HILARIOUS!  Anyway, Bill is having a mental breakdown and is now cross-dressing while pretending to be his ex.  Welp, gotta watch the rest of this so I’ll catchya peeps later!

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This is just the funniest thing on earth. We are gad he is back into music after his brief stint in Logo’s comedy show.

Some eyes are green,
Bad hair turns grey,
Those thoughts are white,
My soul just red.

Black greed is everywhere,
Still one yellow pen is writing lyrics,
Just purple 4th grade stories,
In which the world is made of eyes,
And bad hair future no more is
Cos those thoughts spread everywhere
And no drop of soul is spilled for black.

This is my first “I’m ok with it” piece of poetry. And I keep this P.S. in English, only to make this post my first fully English post. Hopefully more will come. Wahaa, brainsbestfriend is goin’ international…even if there is no foreigner who knows about my blog, yet.

And if you think that this is actually bullshit, please don’t throw your rocks at me, I was struck by it at around 2 A.M., totally random and I just wrote it down

The draw for the 2010 edition of the Maratona dles Dolomites has been made. Today I was delighted to discover that Al, Jonny and I have been successful and will be flying out to test ourselves against some of the hardest climbs Italy has to offer on July 4th 2010.

First raced in 1987, the event now attracts thousands of fans and cyclists and is one of the pre-eminent sportives on the Italian and European calendar. 4,190m of climbing over 7 major passes covering 138km of roads through the Dolomites; this promises to be a tough, tough ride… and for me, ideal preparation just a few weeks out from the Ironman!

Now I know I’m a Dude,  and I know dudes shouldn’t be talking about sexiest men alive,  but if I was to talk about it ( I am already), then scrawny, goofy Johnny Depp would not be in my Top 200..  What say the masses ?

heute war der größte scheis tag in meinem ganzen leben. Um 9 bei Lasse gewesen um mit dem zum Pfostenberg hochzufahren, alles gut. Umgezogen, warmgemacht, Besprechung und dann geht’s los. 14 Minute. Einfach Flanke von mir aus links, kommt in den 5er. Ich spring nich gescheit hoch (KP warum?!) Krieg den Ball nur noch an die Fingerspitzen. Hintermir hüpft der Ball auf den Boden und ein Nellinger schiebt ihn rein. SCCCCHHHHHEEEEIIIISSSSSEEEE! Dann 2. Tor: Eckball: Ein Nellinger rennt raus um angespielt zu werden. Marcus reagiert nicht und Lasse kam dann auch nicht mehr hinterher. Der rennt auf den kurzen Pfosten zu und schiebt ihn Marcus durch die Beine. Ich seh dann Ball erst als er schon im Netz liegt. Waär ich rausgekommen, wäre die SCHEISE nicht passiert. 3. Tor: Nellinger kommt alleine auf mich zu, und ich stehe an der Strafraumlinie. Er kommt an mir vorbei und ich versuche noch nach hintenweg hinterher zu springen. Dabei holze ich Rico um, der das Tor vllt. noch verhindern hätte können. Scheise #3. Dann schießen wir endlich mal ein Gegentor. Dann 10 Minuten später bekommen wir wieder eine Kiste.. Gut heraus gespielt- Nellinger dribbelt die Linie entlang und kommt dann auf meinen 5er zu. Ich komme raus, doch erwische den Ball nicht mehr. Dann spring ich auf den angespielten Nellinger doch der haut den Ball hoch ins Tor rein. Scheise, aber diesmal nicht mein Fehler. Ein Wunder an dem Scheistag. Spiel endet 1:4 und ich habs versaut. Warum passiert mir sowas überhaupt? Der Nachmittag war dann mehr oder weniger unbedeutend und so hab ich dann mit Jonny PS2 gezockt und abends Transporter 3 angesehen.

Scheis Tag + 15.11.09. “Just make it better”

A friend knows the song in my heart and sings it to me when my memory fails.

~Donna Roberts

I know I talk a lot about realizations and kind of corny meaningful things, but I’m at a really big crossroads in my life right now where I’m discovering or rather rediscovering everything that means a lot to me as well as new things and new experiences. Friends especially are a predominant pattern in which my faith rarely falters, especially with one.

Me and Jonny on a road trip to Prescott stopping at a park to play in snow

Jonny has been my best friend for years. I love him to death and I would do pretty much anything for him. In one of my posts I asked who your oldest friend was but I’m not sure that I answered it for myself – or maybe I did. Ha! My memory is sort of lacking at one in the morning. Anyway, I would like to go in depth a little bit. I’ve known Jonny for about ten years, we kind of dated a little in middle school, but afterwards we found our true places at each other’s sides as friends. He knows me better than most people and he’s seen me at a lot of bad points in my life. He knows about every major thing that has ever happened to me and every thought that I have about anything. I never have to censor myself with him and he knows not to take most of the things that I say personally.

We’ve had our rough patches and our fair share of fights, but even though I can completely hate him at times, I’ll always love him and I’ll always be there for him and vice versa. At the risk of sounding cheesier than I already am, he can quite literally sometimes be my other half – the brother I never had. So here’s to true friendship that will never leave and while it may falter, will always come back strong. Cheers.

Question: What is true friendship made of?

For the first 10 minutes of yesterday’s match, it was as if we had been set into a time machine, back six years. Here was Jonny Wilkinson, dropping a goal, kicking a penalty, ticking the scoreboard over, giving England an early lead, a lead from which they would press on and suffocate the opposition. But then, Jonny lined up a long range penalty from over halfway. This for 9-0. It sets sail, its on target! It hits the post. It misses. Suddenly, the spell is broken. We wake up. Australia wake up. They realise they are not playing England of 2003, but of 2009. Safe in that knowledge, they go down the field and score a try. They then dominate the entire second half and win comfortably, despite blowing at least three “open goal” try chances. And we England fans are left to scratch our heads and wonder just what the result means, and just where it leaves us. Was it a reasonable effort from a hastily assembled side and something to build on? Or was it a muddled catastrophe to rank alongside something from the Andy Robinson era? At first I thought it the former, but after watching the match again, I am leaning towards the latter.
Aside from the first 15 minutes, when England ruled the lineout, bossed the breakdown and had something like 65% possession, it was all Australia. England’s front five faded visibly with every minute the match went on, and hence there was no platform for the backs. If not for the heroic tackling of Moody and Wilkinson, the score would have been embarrassing.
England looked absolutely impotent in attack. Not once did we look like scoring a try. Not once. Australia on the other hand looked like arch wizards every time they had ball in hand.
Shane Geraghty had a shocking match. I think he deserves another go but I am now starting to fear that he is cut from the same cloth as Charlie Hodgson and that the biggest stage is a step too far for him. Matt Banahan looked totally lost and was unable to impose his size on proceedings, one tap back from a cross kick apart, and Ugo Monye had one of those games that make you think that maybe he is just someone very fit and very fast, but not actually any good at rugby.
Perhaps it is unfair to be harsh on these guys though, when in truth they had almost no quality ball to work with. The lack of snap and continuity from the forwards just heightens the doubts about John Wells as forwards coach. These doubts are now starting to be raised ever more loudly in the press, and for the first time, a major journalist has said that Martin Johnson should go. Over the top criticism? Maybe, but it is nothing compared to what will happen if England lose to the Pumas next week then ship another 30-40 points to the All Blacks the week after that. It is as if Andy Robinson/Brian Ashton had never left. Players have come and gone, Jonno might find to his cost that head coaches have as well, but somehow the Mike Ford/John Wells duo survive.
Perhaps we just have to accept what England are, a second division team fuelled by past glories to unrealistic expectations. And yet is it unrealistic to expect progress and competitiveness from the best funded team on the planet? There lies the problem for Jonno and the mysterious Rob Andrew. All the plans of the EPS, the acadamies, the long form agreement, mean nothing if the end result is clueless defeat like yesterday.

The new album from Jonny Blu, “Taboo!” is officially available now!!!
Exclusively at CDBaby.com and Amazon.com!
*and get a free mp3 of the unreleased track “Fascination” with CDBaby order!

Go to: www.jonnyblumusic.com (click below)

And the best thing is that there are 23 Tracks on the album! Including all the instrumentals and 3 Bonus Tracks with 2 Songs in Spanish and one duet!

Album Description:

“Taboo!” was 2 years in the making! It is an amazing mix of classic “Latin Standards” with my own contemporary spin and some stellar arrangements by the extraordinary Bob Malone. Tunes like Babaloo, Taboo and Frenesi will have you swingin’ the night away, while smooth vocals and instrumentals on songs like Be True To Me, Amor and Besame Mucho will have you swooning and makin’ you think ooh-wee… the whole album, including the bonus instrumentals will be a new standard in your music world.

If you happen to know any radio stations in your area that may be the right format for playing my music then give ‘em a call and lettem’ know that you wanna hear Jonny Blu!

If you like artists like Michael Bublé, Norah Jones, John Mayer, Harry Connick Jr., Diana Krall, and Jamie Cullum, you will love the music of Jonny Blu!

FOR THE OFFICIAL TRACKLIST AND ALBUM DETAILS GO TO: WWW.JONNYBLUMUSIC.COM

http://jonnyblu.com/music/taboo/Babaloo-Jonny-Blu.mp3

Can Jonny Blu compete with Michael Bublé and Jamie Cullum in the Swing/Pop music market?

(polls)

Whilst England can claim only two victories on Australian soil in their entire history (albeit one was rather special!), at Twickenham their record is rather better. Matches between the two teams in TW1 tend to be close run and exciting matches. Here I recall some of the best Autumn Internationals of recent years.

2005
England 26 – Australia 16
Not a particularly memorable match, but England’s last victory against Australia at Twickenham. Notable only for England’s scrum (and Andrew Sheridan in particular) marmalising the Aussie pack. Despite umpteen amounts of possession, England still nearly managed to stuff it up and the game was only safe when Cueto scored late on.

Vise umede, rau de tot. Ca toate de pana acum si care s-au facut rauri, mari si oceane de realitate .

Ca sa trec la subiect repede si sa demonstrez ca mi-am pastrat luciditatea si echilibrul pshihic (asta cu pastratu e un pic amuzant…puteti citi: “am pastrat putinul si nu am mai dobandit nimic:D”) va spun ca e vorba de o branduire. Adica eu, din putulica mic si plouat devin creator de brand care sa ma reprezinte…sau ceva de genu. Adica incepand de azi o sa port numai chiloti cu numele altui barbat pe ei si sosete cu virgulita. Si ma las de cumparat de la Morrisons. Of! eu chiar vreau sa cer un sfat, sa scriu un post serios si nu prea imi iese, gata, ma adun si scriu.

Dupa cum stiti (sau nu) ma aflu student la Computer Games Technology. Pana acum nu am facut niciun curs de programare, sau de game design, sau de orice altceva legat de numele cursului. Asta si pentru ca impart clasa cu intraga sectie de creative computing si multi dintre ei sunt axati pe websituri si marketing, asa ca imi iau si eu portia de asa ceva. Totusi, chiar daca nu ar fi ei, am inteles importanta unui brand puternic, stiam cate ceva si inainte, dar na, ma gandeam din perspectiva consumatorului: “Uhm, branduri zici? Da, stiu, Nike, Addidas, Ronaldo(hate him), etc….” Acum as pune in coada listei si un Eu, sau de ce nu, chiar in capul listei…si asta nu din cauza narcisismului, ci din cauza mediului in care voi lucra si modului in care ma voi vinde.

Mai mult, am deja cateva proiecte in Flash, chestii cacacioase momentan, asta ca nu stiu prea multe, dar curand vor prinde viata si au nevoie de un context favorabil.

De unde vine interesul meu pt branding? Vreau sa fac totul complet. Deja am un nume de “companie”, am o mica strategie, am un film de prezentare (doar in cap pana acum) absolut superb, nu e chiar inovator, dar e totusi nou. Si mai am nevoie doar de un slogan. Sper ca asta e cuvantul .

Am venit aici cu gandul ca la sfarsitul studiilor mele sa fiu capabil sa creez arta, nu doar jocuri de duzina, cum sunt majoritatea celor de azi. Sper sa si reusesc sa fac asta, sper sa nu fiu intr-o situatie de genul “sunt unic”, “toti suntem unici”. Totusi, ce am vazut pana acum prin jor, multi sunt total prinsi in gunoiul de consum numit azi industrie a jocurilor. Ah inca ceva…in prima mea ora, coordonatorul nostru ne-a pus in fata unei probleme aparent fada: consumator sau producator? Si ne-a spus ca daca vrem sa reusim trebuie sa devenim producatori. Si nu-s vorbe in vant, tipul chiar e tare si are si el o viziune foarte frumoasa despre lume, mai ales cea digitala.

Bun, deci “Dare to be free”. Asta mi-a venit in cap, dupa cateva ore bune de cautari. Si a venit tot de pe blog, aducandu-mi aminte de acel Freeeedom! si de Freeeedomul de acum.

De ce Dare to be free? Priviti putin in jur. De fapt nu, priviti mai mult si foarte atent. Eu unul vedeam…si inca vad o multime de oameni care nu s-ar putea descurca deloc fara firele alea de care sunt atarnati si care le ghideaza dansul. Si e comic, multi adera la idei revolutionare, sau nu, ca sa fiu cat mai precis, multi se cufunda si mai mult in acea panza cautand libertatea in adancurile controlului. In loc sa incerce sa iasa, ei se afunda. Mi-am adus aminte de Iona .

Exemplu: Am acum in cap o tanara care abia a terminat vreo facultate de bussiness. Una respecata si fata chiar stie treaba. Viata ei? Se angajeaza si lucreaza. Isi da seama ca vrea mai mult, mai multi bani, mai mult timp liber. Isi spune ca daca va munci mai mult, poate va avansa in cadrul bancii si candva va ajunge sa le aiba pe toate. Si munceste si munceste si nu face decat sa devina o rotita in sistem. Si apoi se regaseste in reclama aia proasta cu varsta la care ai si timp si bani.

Nu e vorba despre right way si wrong way acum, nu o sa vorbesc de cum ar trbui facut si imi dau seama ca momentan asa se traieste. Din fericire, domeniul meu are cateva portite de scapare, insa daca nu sunt atent pot face si eu fix drumul descris mai sus, decat ca pe mine va scrie EA sau Ubisoft in loc de banca, iar programare imi va fi profesie.

Si tocmai aici vine acest dare. Curajul sa o iei pe calea ta/ curajul sa te impaci cu tine (acum mi-am adus aminte de Lord of War) / adrenalina din momentul in care ii spui unui sef absurd ” ba stii ceva, ma pipi pe salariu si primele tale, 2 saptamani la firma asta mi-au fost de ajuns, ma apuc de facut ceva singur” . Uhm, da, prea multe detalii, oricum sper sa intelegeti ideea, mai bine decat reusesc eu sa o descriu. Dare to be free e tot un fel “lose yourself” doar ca acum te arunci in bratele libertatii de a alege.

Si am cautat pe google, ca sa vad cat de original sunt si am gasit 39.000.000 de rezultate. Deloc imbucurator. Printre ele si un titlu de carte, fix Dare to be free, ceva legat de un prizonier, razboi, in fine. Ma gandesc acum doar ca acest dare to be free e deja sub niste drepturi de autor, ceea cea ar fi un pic cacacios. Si de-aia am scris doar Dare to be. Las freeul afara, evit si copyrightul si nimeresc o chestie poate chiar mai creativa.

Dare to be

Da, asta e libertate, chiar ma gandesc ca voi deja ati adaugat un cuvintel dupa Dare to be. Eu am adaugat penis, nush, asta mi-a venit in cap. Sau engineer. Probabil ca fac niste asocieri ciudate cateodata. Da..sau Dare to be total incoerent si sa scrii un post de peste 1000 de cuvinte care si-a pierdut de mult intelesul, insa care a inflorit esenta lui de curva. Pentru ca ideile mele fac sex de fapt cu postul meu.  Chiar nu inteleg de ce fac asta ).

Bun, deci ramane “Dare to be”?

Freedom!

P.S. http://www.daretobe.ca Amuzanta situatia. Totusi ideile lor sunt ok. Si toate sunt femei, mamici. Oare am gresit sexul ?

Probabil daca voi folosi vreodata sloganul asta ma voi asigura ca am voi. Daca nu, poate gasesc altul

Last night I had a dream that an ex of mine (Jonny) took a 4-day trip to Germany.  We dated from 2000-2003 and have kept in touch all these years.  I had the most fun with him compared to any other boyfriend I had until I met Joe.  In my dream we were hanging out with old friends and he said he was going to Germany alone and I wanted to go, so he invited me to join him and we went!  If only life were that simple, I could just buy a ticket in 2 hours and afford the entire trip at a moment’s notice without budgeting it in.  Lovely.  So we went, we drank beers, saw the sights, ended up at a goth club where we laughed at the fact that some people we don’t like were there.  Ironic since they too are from California.  We drank, danced with locals, drank more, ate German food, stayed in the most awesome 2-room suite (separate rooms, of course, we both have significant others).  It was a weird dream in the sense that nothing really brought it on but it was just a dream full of good times, old friends from pre-2003 that I haven’t seen in a couple years, and drinks.  Who can deny that in a dream right?

Well I just wanted to post something light, I mean, it’s Sunday.  Save the heavy stuff for the work week I guess… Today, Joe and Maya and I are going to Machris Park to throw around the football, work on our basketball skeeeelz, and have a nice picnic lunch.  I still have to shower and get ready, prepare lunch for three, then go to Joe’s to cut his hair.  I better get movin’ huh?

Who needs feel-good music for a Sunday afternoon?  I recommend Pete Yorn & Scarlett Johansson – Relator (Live @ The Interface)… it’s on my blip!

Clickie!

“Mom, can I have twenty dollars?” asked Little Johnny.
“Certainly not!” “Would you give me twenty bucks if I told you what dad said to the maid when you were at the beauty shop this afternoon?” Mom’s ears perked up. She found her purse and pulled out a twenty. “Well? What did he say?”
Little Johnny replied, “He said, ‘Hey, Marie, be sure you wash my socks tomorrow!’ “

Jonny Fucks Tommy Trent

Bend that bottom over…Jonny gives Tommy Trent a great pounding.  Wish you were pounding that ass?  With cute short blonde hair, Tommy Trent is a typical twink who loves nothing more than a big fat cock inside him, pumping away. Sounds great doesn’t it!!  You should help him out.  Check out ClubEuroCreme today!

Blatant Promotion Alert – I’m looking for friends to spread the wealth and ‘Share’ this on Twitter and Facebook, and subscribe to the blog – hoping to do a bit or so every day so the entire cassette is up by Halloween. Thanks!

Another track from ‘Stays Funny…Even in Milk’ by the Boffo Yux Dudes

Back in the 80’s there was a series of cool comic book animation commercials for Crest Toothpaste. The evil Cavity Creeps would try and break into Toothopolis, but would be thwarted by the Crest Team of kids and their magic toothpaste. The animation was very Marvel/Kirbyesque, and different than most of the other styles of animation out there. They also had a cool siren that went ‘CREST… CREST… CREST’

We had to do a bit about it. The only joke we had was really more an observation on highbrow humor. It was a stand up comedian telling an audience of history scholars that the Romans Empire would still be around today if they only had Tartar Control Crest. One historian in the back would slap his knee, and then all you heard was the sound of crickets. Why? More after the break.

The highbrow Dennis Miller smart-alec answer was that the Barbarian Tartars wouldn’t have been able to defeat the crumbling Roman Empire if they only had this toothpaste to repel them. A long way to go for a not so funny joke.

Instead, we made it into a Jonny Quest parody with the theme of the commercial being the same as every plot of the cartoon series. It seemed natural, since we were fans of both, and I found the theme song on one of those TVT Toons cds. I remember it was a fun bit to produce with all the fx and still can’t remember if it was Pat or Scott doing the Bandit bark…  Enjoy.

So here I am, in a Starbucks across the street from West Edmonton Mall. “Well, why aren’t you in the mall?” – you may ask. Because I have three midterms next week, the first being on monday and I haven’t even done all the readings!

Ya, remember my “to do” list? that’s why homework was on there. So I’m working on getting that done.

“Well, that explains one part, but why aren’t you in a library or something?” – may be your next question. This is the vexing part. I drove my friend and her friend to the mall and the plan was to go play tennis afterwards.

“Good idea”. No. I’ve been here for three hours and I just gave them a call to see how long they’d be, and – get this – THEY HAVEN’T EVEN STARTED SHOPPING YET!
Now I’m thinking I’m not gonna get to play tennis, I sat here for nothing and I can’t even leave because I’m their ride home

. \/.

This kind of thing pisses me off.

Thank goodness I’ve got my Lights CD with me, or I’d probably have freaked out on someone by now. This one isn’t on her CD, but my favourite song by her is Jonny and Jess. Apparently she wrote it as a wedding gift for her sister… it’s really nice. Makes me wish (again) that Lights was my sister.

My parents’ 25th anniversary is coming up and I want to sing it for them… of course I’d change Jonny and Jess to their own names.

Here’s a link for the song. Check it out:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dDvYG_8E7S0