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Taylor J “No Good” Ft Dose & Gucci Mane

BOOOO!

Here’s the short version of the recent Amazon Cloud Player “improvements”:

We’ve made improvements to Cloud Player!  Better sound quality (like we’ll be able to tell the difference between 128kbps and 256kbps) and oh by the way we’re changing this all around so the service won’t be as cool or good anymore including the fact that you’ll now have to start paying for it.

Well Amazon Cloud Player was cool while it lasted.

Romans 7:18  For I know that nothing good dwells in me, that is, in my flesh. For I have the desire to do what is right, but not the ability to carry it out.

It is an eternal cascade of changing tides…I know I said I loved the beach but, not in my land-locked house. My poor body is tired of treading water as I try to avoid the debris. It is worse than Murphy’s Law!. The sibling relationships are strained and in constant upheaval. “This is worse than being trapped in a small confined area with a bunch of women with PMS.“. [Menstral or menopausal...Take your pick!]

I think Alexander had the right idea!

If we all move to Australia everything will be okay…Right? I know…there would be overcrowding and our families would find us. To bad…I have heard there are great beaches in Australia. So the only thing left to do is suck-it-up-and-stop-being-a-cry-baby! Tensions will relax and fade…eventually! Until then I will do my best to keep my mouth closed and not bite off any more heads. Thank you for letting me spew this vent lent your way. I hope you never go through this…but if you do…I promise to make you laugh and release a little tension. Have a great day!

Peach State

Sober up and take a look around
Open your eyes, really see
I’m the kind that likes to kid around
I’ll break your heart, baby

I’m no good for you, baby

We’ll slow it down, I’m moving ahead
I’m already set when I want catch the distance
You walk open eyes, baby I know
It’s starting to show
You won’t break my resistance

Sober up and take a look around
Open your eyes, really see
I’m the kind that likes to kid around
I’ll break your heart, baby

http://chiemps-music.blogspot.com/

2012. Directed by Baltasar Kormákur, starring Mark Wahlberg, Giovanni Ribisi and Kate Beckinsale.

It’s amazing how bad lighting can ruin a movie. I spent much of this movie wondering who was driving where and doing what because you simply cannot see anything, it’s too dark. Consequently it makes the plot a bit difficult to follow when you cannot see what is happening. The director in aiming for atmosphere goes too far and ends up alienating the audience.

Anyway, if the lighting had allowed you to actually see what was happening you would have been rewarded by a fast paced plot with plenty of twists and turns.

Again, a bunch of white guys doing a bunch of white guy stuff, this time pretty much all illegal. A few black guys added for authenticity, while women and children are used as pawns in mens games. We get to see the seedier sides of Panama city and New Orleans, with some nice blusey atmosphere.

I’m not going to worry about ruining the plot for you because I’d rather save you the time. The “good” guy (who’s really a bit of a bad ass but don’t we all love to love the bad ones) ends up saving the girl and getting the money, while the truly bad guys get what’s coming to them in jail. High fives all around and the end of another predictable 100 or so minutes .

Don’t waste your time.

Even as an eight-year-old, I found Alexander to be melodramatic.  Maybe his day wouldn’t be so terrible if he wasn’t so forgetful, or clumsy, or dumb.  They should have called the book, “Alexander is a Forgetful, Clumsy, Stupid Child.”  Even then, I knew Alexander was making a mountain out of a molehill.  Nothing in his day was so bad that he needed to move, especially not all the way to Australia.  You think you got problems now, Alexander?  Try living on your own in a foreign country.

Honest to God, this was my thought process as a second-grader.

To this day, I still think like this.  I try very hard not to complain too much, because I know that 95% of people have it far worse than I do.  Yes I still live at home, but at least I have a home.  I’m healthy, I have a great family, and a bright future.  My mommy yelled at me for not cleaning my room?  Boohoo J*Rae, grow up and get over yourself; there are people in the world with cancer.

But the fact remains that every now and then, I have an Alexander sort of day.

I woke up today way too late.  I just felt off.  I had no reason to wake up grumpy, but I did.  I didn’t have time to shower before I ran an errand and got lunch with Michelle.  Michelle was then leaving me to go hang out with her friend is Boston.

Then the icing on the cake; I found out I didn’t get an interview at the school that I long-term subbed at last year.  This was also the school me and my sisters all went to over a span of 12 years.  My dad helped build the playground, my mom was on the building committee.  My top letter of recommendation comes from this school.  And yet, for some reason, I was not a strong enough candidate to get an interview.

This set me off into a big, grumpy, don’t-wanna-do-anything mood.  I sulked around the house for an hour, got into a little argument with my dad, sulked some more.  I then went and sat in the hot sun and weeded my garden for over an hour, getting sore and dirty in the process.  I had to cook burgers in the garage because that’s where the grill was. I was uninspired all day.

But unlike Alexander, by the time the evening came around, I was able to work myself back into my usual attitude.  In reflection of my day, it was NOT that bad at all.  So what I didn’t get a shot at this job?  It just means it wasn’t for me.  Maybe that’s because my real dream job is out there waiting.  And it’s not like I will ever be homeless; my loving parents will never kick me out, and they will keep staying positive and helpful as I apply to every job there is.  My sisters and Dante are equally supportive, and I have all sorts of friends pulling for me to come out on top.

While I am a realist, I’m also an optimist.  Things will get, better, and fate will help things fall right into place.

Until then, I get by with a little help from my friends.  And the Caramel Frozen Yogurt Milkshakes I whip up for Mom and myself.

Sadness that leaves no trace of joy

Wind, take me where I can hide

Goodness that leaves no trace of pain

….
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…by Anura Guruge

We just got back from seeing ‘Brave in Disney Digital 3D‘ in Hooksett. We were all highly disappointed. By far the WORST animated movie of recent times!

After having seen ‘Puss in Boots‘ in IMAX 3D we have been hooked on 3D — IMAX whenever possible. We saw ‘Tintin’ and ‘Lorax’ in 3D. They were all outstanding. The 3D was breathtaking and the colors were exquisite.

95% of Brave is set in DARKNESS — night scenes, inside a dark castle at night, and within an even darker cottage. 3D doesn’t work when there isn’t enough light for contrast! Disney knew that. Pixar knows that. This was a disgrace.

So this is what most of the movie looked like — in 3D, and I kid you not. My wife spent much of the movie taking off her glasses to make sure that it wasn’t the glasses that was making the picture dark (and yes, polarization does make the picture about 10% darker).

Scotland as seen in Disney’s Brave Digital 3D. Trust me. You are paying to watch pitch black in 3D.

Now don’t get me wrong. I am a great fan of Pixar. I owned Pixar stock when it first went public c. 1995. We have all 3 Toy Stories. I also am a huge admirer of Steve Jobs.

This was the worst digital animation we have seen in 5 years — at least. Nothing stood out. There was no ultra realistic furs, skin, textures or anything else. Just lots of blackness.

So don’t waste your money on 3D. If the kids must see it tell them no 3D on this one. I am kicking myself that we didn’t see Madagascar 3 instead. We will go see that, in 3D, soon.

Hope this helps. Cheers, Anura

P.S., The story line wasn’t that great either. As connoisseurs of Scottish music (oh, and I am an adopted Scot) we can confirm that the music was lame. This really was a missed opportunity. Disney bombed.

New, old, electronic, soul, beats, heat, bass, space.

Death jazz (love that genre name) from East London’s Hackney Colliery Band covering the almighty Prodigy.

Trumpets, trombones, saxes, sousaphone and marching percussion all take on “Jericho,” “Out Of Space,” and “No Good,” as if a British 90s rave had suddenly just erupted in the middle of New Orleans.

Totally acoustic and totally crushing it. Takes your brains to another dimension.

Hackney Colliery Band – “Prodigy Medley”

The band’s second album for Wah Wah 45s is due in early 2013.

Hold tight them live drum breakbeats!

Today was just one of those days. At least the pre-nap part of the day was.

It started out okay. I woke up just a little bit before the boys. Therefore, I had a bit of time to tinker around on the computer and relax a little before getting into the frenzy of the day. It is always nice to have that, although I could have used the extra sleep as well. I typically do not get much sleep during what I am increasingly calling, “The Transition”.

The Transition is a period of time that occurs once every two weeks in our family. Perhaps I have mentioned before, Chris works a ten hour overnight shift for seven days in a row, then has a whole seven days off in a row. More specifically, The Transition is the first couple of days when she is back at work. For me, it is the hardest part.

The reason that this transitional time period is so hard for me is as follows: I have my best friend next to me going to sleep and waking up with me for seven days in a row. Furthermore, I spend most of my daytime with that friend doing a lot of fun things with her (lets not forget to mention her two fun loving sons) and enjoying each other’s company. Then, all of a sudden, the only best friend I have to sleep with (who also happens to be ‘Man’s Best Friend’) has claws, fur, and some pretty horrid breath. I am now restricted to a few measly hours to spend with my human best friend for the next seven days in a row. It is quite a shock to the system, so I get very little sleep. I think, given time, I will get used to it, but I am not there quite yet.

Back to the initial point, I was on very little sleep, yet the day started out pretty well. I started to get the boys ready for the day. At the same time, I saw Chris for a brief period while she was coming home from work and getting ready for her slumber. I played with the kids inside, then we migrated out to the backyard for awhile where I decided that brats on the grill sounded like a good idea for lunch. Jupiter agreed, and Tsunami has not leveled up to the proper social skills to get a vote yet, so it is decided that I will grill brats.

At any rate, the day was not off to a bad start.

I went to the grill to preheat it for the brats, and, to my surprise, I was out of propane. I had been grilling out a lot since the oven coupled with the dryer being in our kitchen is a recipe for unbearable heat in the house, so I really should not have been too surprised. Nevertheless, I was, and now had an additional task of going out to get propane before lunch could be made.

It did not seem like much of a task from the start. I figured I would just have to take a five minute trip to Walgreens to use the Blue Rhino exchange program. I always saw the Blue Rhino sitting outside every Walgreens and had assumed that every store participated. My assumption was far off, because I ended up going to two Walgreens which did not have Blue Rhino. The second one tried to get me to go to a third store, but at this point was tired of going to Walgreens’s only to be disappointed.

Now, it is typical of me to consult the internet before venturing out to acquire a good or service that I had not before in any particular geographic location. However, today it took the trouble of me manually being disappointed by two Walgreens and a BP gas station before I thought to use the web browser in my pocket to its fullest capacity. I blame, without certainty, the lack of sleep. Although, it could have been any variety of factors that put me out of character today.

After consulting the closest thing to an all powerful and knowing force that this atheist has access to, I found that an Ace Hardware near my house filled propane bottles. As I was already at least an hour into looking for propane, I was starting to regret skipping Pickles Wednesday (a deli in Central West End that we frequent on Wednesdays) so that the boys could get a better chance at catching up on sleep. So off to Ace we went.

I cannot really find anything bad to say about Ace Hardware. They usually have anything I can expect from a hardware store and more. In the event they do not, they can always accurately direct me to a place that I can get what I need, but even that is rarely necessary. I think that perhaps Ace is still run like a small family business instead of a large faceless corporation, and that is why, as they say, “Ace is the Place”. I really have no knowledge of Ace’s history, but you can always tell the difference between a business driven by human interest as opposed to the primary interest of profit. Walgreens used to be a store like that.

We went in to pay for the propane fill before going over to the propane station on the outside of the store. In line with the kind of day it was turning into, Jupiter, who is always excited to go to Ace because of the free popcorn that is always at the front door, spilled his popcorn all over the parking lot. This, understandably, upset him greatly. I know, if I were three years old and had just gotten all excited about my favorite free helping of popcorn and spilled it all out, I would be upset as well.

It was at this point that I asked Jupiter if his story pick for today’s nap would be Alexander and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day. He agreed that some days were like that, but would later forget our intention to read it in exchange for one of his many Curious George books.

Seeing as time was getting short and the boys were getting tired, instead of doing what a father-of-the-year would do, and go get more popcorn, I told him that we would replace the popcorn sized hole in his stomach with some of the popcorn that his mother had bought from a co-worker and brought home earlier in the morning.

I had thought that I had heard the person, who sold the propane to me, say that I had to drive down a lot to get to the propane station. Well today, they were stacking some mulch and had the driving lot I was supposed to take blocked off by some lifting equipment. To make a longish story shorter, I ended up circling the block and then driving down a couple of blocks (where we discovered a, previously unknown about, playground) all to end up parking back where we started.

The propane guy happily apologized for my unnecessary joyride, which was none of his fault, mostly circumstantial, and my fault if anything. Then carried my propane tank from my car, to the station, filled it, and put it back in my hatchback without me having to get out of the driver’s seat at all.

Finally we were at home with a full tank of propane and a grill with brats on it. Things were starting to look up. I ventured out in the backyard with Jupiter to see if any mulberries were ripe for a side. Unfortunately, there were no ripe mulberries. Luckily we still had popcorn for a side.

In the meantime I had left the brats on the grill for quite a while. It was high time I took them off.

By the time I got to the grill, a couple of the brats were on fire, one had exploded, and the rest were definitely done. As it turned out, I did not do too bad of a job on the brats as all three of us agreed they were delicious.

Finally, we did get to nap time and, by then, everyone was exhausted. This was good because after two days of fighting naps and thus eliminating any chance to get to the pool before it closed, Jupiter would finally get the opportunity to check out the Kirkwood Aquatic Center.

The Kirkwood Aquatic Center is a very nice pool located in Kirkwood park not far from us. Chris was even awake to help us discover it. But the details of the pool shall have to wait for a later post because this one has already gotten long winded, today has turned into yesterday, and I should get some of that aforementioned sleep that I sparingly get. I can assure that it was a refreshing experience and not the worst way to spend the few moments of time we have with Chris before she is off to the job.

In conclusion, I think today was a day for the books. Not because it was way too frustrating, which it was. But, despite its ups and downs, it was another day that I got to spend time with the most important people in my life and watch the little ones develop. It all makes me feel lucky to be me.

I have no good apart from you.

No good. Not one sweet breath,

Or escape from death.

No fresh spring rain

Or lilting refrain.

Master, I have no good apart from you.

Not one sunny day

Or lover’s nosegay.

No long night’s rest

Or pleasant jest.

No good. No good, No good apart from you.

My shell cracks and beauty fades

My wealth a generous waste.

Moments of peace, glimpses of beauty

Reveal as they melt – were barely a taste. 

But as I feel you fill my lungs,

Only faith and hope sustain me,

That I will see you with my own eyes.

Then this mirage I will despise.

I have no good apart from you.

He was up to no good. I can tell when someone is up to no good. In fact, until proven that you are potentially up to some sort of good, you are on my list of people up to no good.

Doubly so for this character.

I was working out on some machine that promised to make my triceps look fantastic while I exhausted as little energy as possible. I saw him peer from around the corner before taking up the machine next to me.

His machine was clearly out of order. No, I’m not gym equipment specialist, but there was a hand written sign that said, OUT OF ORDER, and I was willing to take the gym at it’s word. This man was attempting to prove the gym wrong, because he made a really feeble attempt to use the machine.

“You getting a good workout?” He asked.

Well…certainly better than yours. Your machine doesn’t work.

Also, this took place right before spring. After the month of May I spend most of my time awake poolside with my phone off and a good book, and I’d like to look as great as possible while sitting and reading so that complete strangers will think I’m a total package. I’m actually an awful package. But I like to keep a running tally of how many people I can fool each summer.

“Just trying to get it done before going into work.” I responded. I removed an ear bud from my ear, which was really just to be courteous. I figured since he did speak, I had no reason to not respond, and I may as well engage him with my undivided attention. But if you want to get technical, my response implied that I was focusing on getting this done. focus. as in, leave me alone.

“I think this machine is busted.” He remarked getting up from the machine.

duh. there is a giant freaking sign that says the machine is obviously out of order. You sir, are an idiot.

I didn’t remark. I was sure this character was up to something sneaky. Just let this play out. Keep listening to your Black Eyed Peas playlist. Think about sexily lounging around during the summer with a book in my hand. That’s right. 4 more reps. This will be a good summer.

“Can I ask you something….” He asked..

Oh what the fuck….Man can’t you see I’m here trying to not look scrawny for the good part of the year. Is there someone else you can bring your questions to?

I took out my remaining ear bud and looked over at him, slightly annoyed. No good question starts with “can I ask you something.” I’d really prefer you just come out and ask it. That’s like people who start their sentences with, I need to tell you something. In the time it’s taken you to say that, I’ve already devised the most terrible thing you could possibly say, and anything you have to actually say is probably significantly relieving in comparison.

“Are you gay?” He asked. He closed in the space bubble of comfort that I have for complete strangers. That area is usually five to six feet if there isn’t a counter blocking us while you ring up my groceries, or you work at the DMV. He didn’t want our conversation to travel through the gym. It was just before midday and the place wasn’t packed, but there were a few other gentleman.

His question initiated a fun game. I could say no. Then I could get back to my workout. Then I could get to my job. Then I could go on with my unbothered life. Or I could say yes. I didn’t know what would happen if I said yes. I suppose I would be telling the truth. The truth can be fun when it isn’t painfully boring. Plus, where was he going with all this? Was this some gym census I knew nothing about?

“Yes. I am.” I said. Still annoyed evident in my tone.

“Well, I’m a straight married man with children looking to experiment sexually, and if you’re interested…..”

there was a brief pause in his scripted auto-biographical layout.

“Judging by your face you don’t seem interested?” He remarked

And that was because my face read sheer horror.

Seriously. Who the fuck does that?

“No, I’m not.” I said completely stunned. I couldn’t believe that happened. He walked off and while he was a few steps away, I informed him that I was in fact flattered by the offer.

Quick Breakdown.

WHAT HE DID WRONG-

1) I have a name. I’d like you to learn it before you ask me to have sex with you.

2) I was 19 at the time. That made me a little more than a year legal to proceed in a consensual sexual encounter with him. It may be helpful for him to have found out if I was perhaps a minor….Just a suggestion.

3) Okay. Wait. You’re a straight man? No you’re not. We’re both here in a public gym and you asked me to have sex with you. I wouldn’t play it so fast with my orientation labeler. Perhaps you’re a man. Perhaps your married, and you may even have children. But let’s come to grips. You’re not straight.

4- It may be to your benefit to get to know me. I’m not saying I’m any better than the common prostitute, but perhaps one day I’d like to be. I have interests; I have desires, and fears; namely contracting STD’s from unsafe super casual encounters. In all fairness, I thought he was really attractive. He was an older guy with all of his hair. Intelligent and modern looking glasses (I’m still creeped out by guys who wear glasses when they work out). He was built well and spoke with intellect even when setting up a blow-and-go. If he took a minute to get to know me, perhaps we could have grabbed something to eat or enjoyed each others company. I don’t like the idea of coming between a marriage, both in the literal and figurative sense, so sex would have been out of the question. But please respect me enough to not make me seem like a cheap lay. I thought that was offensive.

WHAT HE DID RIGHT….

1) He stated just what he wanted and went right for it. Do you know why he didn’t ask my name or get to know me, because he didn’t care. That wasn’t the point. He wasn’t looking to fall in love. He was clear in his opener. He was looking to experiment. He had a normal life. He wasn’t looking for a new one. When I tell this story aloud, I play him out to be some monster, and I sound as disgusted and as victimized as possible. But he was upfront. I beat around the bush. I’ll choose a table close to a cute guy in a restaurant, I’ll leave a notebook behind in a café so that the man next to me picks it up and calls me to let me know he has it so that I’ll have to see him again (Seriously. I’ve watched so many romantic comedies I’m packed with ideas). I did like his no bullshit approach. That was quite nice.

And honestly, what was the worst thing I could say? No thank you? In which case he’d go on with his day, ask someone new, and I would upload the entire story on the World Wide Web.

No big deal.

The title says it all.  According to here, the classic children’s novel Alexander and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day is being brought to the real world, and Steve Carell is the one who spawned it.  Er, Alexander, that is.

Lisa Cholodenko, the director of The Kids Are All Right, will be directing Judith Viorst‘s story which has been written for the screen by Rob Lieber & Cholodenko herself.

Meaning that I will make it stricter because the stricter I am the more likely I am to continue on. If not I will forever be stuck in this unnecessary limbo. So I have taken matters to my own extreme. more details tonight.

Ryan Lee, better known to many as MC Misfit, has been talking about his Crooked Mixtape for months, but today is the day that it’s officially dropped. There are a mixture of remixes and original material on there, including “So Crooked“, “Opium Dreams“, “No Good” and more. It’s a pretty healthy sized release, weighing in at 17 tracks – a good thing for those wanting some new material from the West Coast MC. Download it for free, compliments of CA, here.