Ok.

First let me state for the record that I love my mother very much. If I didn’t, then I wouldn’t have had the reaction that I had on Friday.

So Friday afternoon, Chief closed the shop early and we went for a ride out to a local farmer’s market. While there, my cell phone rings and it’s my mother. She immediately starts telling me something about my grandmother’s heating bill and some application that they never received from the gas company.

Had a great Thanksgiving.. thanks for asking, Mom.

So I tell her that I wasn’t home but when I did get home I’d call her and look up whatever information she needed online. She asks where we’re at and I tell her.

HER: Make sure you buy me something nice for Christmas.

ME: What are you Spaz? What do you mean make sure I buy you something nice for Christmas?

HER: Just what I said.

ME: Are you implying that I don’t buy you something nice for Christmas?

HER: Well, just make sure it’s from a nice store and not from the farmer’s market.

I was like, are you fucking kidding me? It may not seem like a big deal in print, but you had to hear the tone in her voice and the little sarcastic “hmph”.

And the thing is, I never shorted her on a gift.. regardless of what my financial situation was.. and now this year, since I’ve been laid off and money is tight I’m already feeling guilty that I have to be extra frugal and can’t go all out like I used to do. I figured people would understand.. I figured MY FAMILY would understand because really, when the hell did the true meaning of Christmas become how much money you spent on a gift?

IN FACT .. this year, I was going to get her one of those 200.00 laptops.

Key word: WAS

It just really got under my skin and really fucked up the rest of my day.

So when I got home, I called her like I said I was going to but was my usually chippy self. She picked up on it right away and asked me if I was mad about something.

But the WAY she asked it lit the neon sign that made it clear that she knew exactly what was bothering me.

So I tell her that I was upset.. that her comment about her Christmas gift had hurt my feelings.

Her reaction would have made you think that I was accusing her of smuggling drugs in puppy belly’s or something.

She said she was only joking :: of course she was only joking. .that’s EVERYBODY’S excuse when they say something that hurts somebody else’s feelings :: and that there must be something else bothering me. I told her there wasn’t.. she got all defensive again and pulled out her violin. She said that everybody can tease but her.. which is bullshit and I told her that. Then she said, “.. OH, GO FIND A JOB”.

Like.. what the FUCK?

What the FUCK does THAT have to do with anything?

By then, the wall went up and I was like, “.. yea. Find a job. Real nice.”

I didn’t even want to talk to her anymore. So I told her that the online application that I filled out was submitted and hung up.

Chief knew how upset I was.. and he was getting upset for me. Especially the whole job thing.. because she will never accept that working in the shop that I OWN is work. And that gets under his skin big time.

The thing is.. when your a child, you see your parents as “parents”.. but when your older and see your parents as the adults that they are, you also see their flaws.

My mother is, deep down, a good hearted person. She’s generous and funny and devout. But she’s also very judgmental, negative and opinionated on things she has no business having an opinion on.

She uses the fact that I’m her daughter as an excuse to say and do whatever it is she says and does and thinks it automatically gives her a free pass.

And it doesn’t.

Because there is never a justification to hurt someone’s feelings and not own up to it.

Oh, well imagine; as I’m pacing the pews in a church corridor,
and I can’t help but to hear, no I can’t help but to hear an exchanging of words.
“What a beautiful wedding!, What a beautiful wedding!” says a bridesmaid to a waiter.
“Oh yes, but what a shame, what a shame, the poor groom’s bride is a whore.”

I chime in with a “Haven’t you people ever heard of closing the god damn door?!”
No, it’s much better to face these kinds of things with a sense of poise and rationality.
I’d chime in “Haven’t you people ever heard of closing the god damn door?!”
No, it’s much better to face these kinds of things with a sense of…..

Oh, well in fact, well I’ll look at it this way, I mean technically our marriage is saved
Well this calls for, a toast so, pour the champagne,
Oh! Well in fact, well I’ll look at it this way,
I mean technically our marriage is saved
Well this calls for a toast, so pour the champagne, pour the champagne…(dun dunnnn)

I chime in with a “Haven’t you people ever heard of closing the god damn door?!”
No, it’s much better to face these kinds of things with a sense of poise and rationality.
I’d chime in with a “Haven’t you people ever heard of closing the god damn door?!”
No, it’s much better to face these kinds of things with a sense of poise and rationality…

Again……

I chime in “Haven’t you people ever heard of closing the god damn door?!”
No.
It’s much better to face these kinds of things with a sense of poise and rationality.
I’d chime in “Haven’t you people ever heard of closing the god damn door?!”
No, it’s much better to face these kinds of things with a sense of poise and rationality.

Again……

An amazing piece I read on Outlook today, something that really moved me. A public service advertisement, at the invitation of Outlook by TapRoot India (the guys behind the amazing Ganesh Chaturti ads on Times of India). Aptly titled “Guts”:

Not the money it makes. Not the pace its sets. Not the dreams it sells.

A city is made by the guts it shows.

On a day when you’re hit by 4 terror strikes in 15 minutes and half the city rushes to help instead of rushing away, that’s guts.

When you pay almost half the nation’s taxes in return for almost half its liabilities and still show up at work when the train services are disrupted that shows guts as well.

When you crush a man firing an AK-47 in a bear hug so that all the bullets stay in your body and don’t hit anyone else, that’s guts.

When you abandon your fancy car on a flooded road and wade on to keep an appointment with someone who’s probably just abandoned the Virar local, that’s guts.

When a cabbie drives a pregnant woman to hospital through bullets and grenades at no cost but overcharges the next customer to cover his loss, that’s guts.

When you open a wada pav stall next to McDonald’s and believe it’s fair competition, that’s guts.

When a cafe that’s been blown to bits by terrorists opens to record crowds in just three days, causing it to close early because it can’t handle the demand, that’s guts.

So the point really is this.

You can bomb our hotels and shoot out our railway stations. You can spill our blood and shed our tears. You can narrow our minds and widen our distances.

But what can you do about our guts?

Mumbai

The guts of a nation.

Hoy amanecí con ganas de cantar Torn en un Kareoke y pensé que buen guilty pleasure pero después medite y dije nah, guilty pleasure no es, si esa canción es lo máximo.

Si hay algo que me define son los guilty pleasure que tanto disfruto en esta vida. Canciones, películas, programas de tv e infinidad de cosas que me gustan pero que cada vez que escucho lo hago casi a escondidas hasta que encuentro a persona que también le gusta and right there all hell broke lose.

Yo conozco mis guilty pleasures muy bien, desde Wimbledon -español o en inglés no me importa, Paul Bettany te amo- pasando por RompeCoco en Televen -en mi vive la esperanza de que un día, iré al programa y partire traseros- hasta los menús temáticos de McDonald’s -Menu Chino te extraño-

Ahora serán guilty pero eso no los hace malo y la mejor sensanción del mundo es cuando uno los confiesa y dice MARICA PERO QUE ESA CANCIÓN ES MUY BUENA. Así es mayúsculas y negrita.

Por excelencia mis guilty pleasure musicales son:

Sean Kingston – Beautiful Girl – Esta se la debo a mi hermanito.

Len – Steal my Sunshine – Ay ser joven!

Semisonic – Closing Time – ESTA CANCIÓN LA AMO AAA y Secret Smile no sé queda atrás.

Ahora mis amigos no se salvaron y les pregunte a los que vi online que confesaran y se dejaran de eso.

Valen

Katy Perry – Hot and Cold – HAHAH este me parecio arrechisimo.

Calme

Jo Jo – Too Little Too Late – A teenager at heart – La mía de JoJo es Get Out

Shere

Shania Twain – Man I feel like a Woman – Yo creo que lo de Shere son los pantalones de Cuero

Ulises

El tema del juego RISK – Yo ni sabía que existia este tema ahaha pensé que Ulises iba a decir Spice Girls.

ETA
Para Wearecat llegó la hora de aceptar los guilty pleasure y hacerlos partes de la noche.

I am not interested in dating the “female” version of myself. My approach as a single male doesn’t include seeking out available coaches that I can sweep off their feet during the off-season.

However, I have read several studies that concluded it is human nature to be attracted to people whose opinions and characteristics you find appealing, which naturally you’ve acquired a taste for since you possess many of them.

Furthermore, it has also been uncovered that many couples have corresponding levels of intelligence, come from similar socio-economic backgrounds and share many of the same moral and cultural beliefs.

All of this makes perfect sense since it seems obvious that people would want to be associated, particularly in a romantic sense, with people they got along with and were similar too.

Upon quickly studying me it is clear that most of my friends come from similar suburban upper-middle class backgrounds and shared ideologies. When I look back at my relationship history there is a similar pattern since we were all well educated and had strong professional aspirations as well as similar intelligence levels.

When I really think about the most significant ideological conflict that Barbara and I had it was probably the fact that she was a White Sox fan while I live and die for the Cubs. Other than that we were pretty much cut from the same mold.

However, I was recently wondering what I would think if the next person I dated turned out to have political beliefs that opposed my own. Since I am a pretty politically active person, with well-defined opinions and values, our disagreement could pose a number of combustible problems.

I am specifically referring to the conflict that would arise if she turned out to be a “Fox News” girl since I am an “MSNBC” kinda guy.

I honestly don’t think I could be in a relationship with a person whose personal politics were in stark opposition to my own. It’s not as clear cut as me believing that my political opinions are right, and those who don’t fall in line behind me are wrong, but to an extent it is.

I’m just being honest that I have strong social convictions that I feel serve the best interests of society, such as providing all Americans with affordable health care, a woman’s right to choose and protecting our individual privacy. The justifications presented by those who oppose these stances just don’t compute in my head and therefore I don’t understand their rationale.

However I am not writing this blog to promote my political opinions since if there is one thing I strongly believe it is that everyone has the right to express their thoughts, beliefs and ideas, whether or not they conflict with mine, because I deeply respect their right to feel that way.

When it comes down to it I don’t need someone whose politics are 100% in sync with my own, but I also don’t think I’m open-minded enough to look past our political differences and engage in a meaningful relationship if we didn’t at least agree on a majority of controversial political topics.

When push comes to shove I’m willing to stick to my own set of talking points, and am declaring here and now that until I find a nice cute girl who has a liberal social agenda I’ll be forced to remain in my relationships with a spunky lesbian (Rachel Maddow) and arrogant former sportscaster (Keith Olbermann).

In the end these relationships may not be sexual but after all there are more important things in life than sex. Sometimes you have to draw a line in the sand and add “political affiliation” to the list of things that you are looking for in partner even if it means I will never get the chance to sleep with a gun toting, pro-life, fiscally conservative creationist.

And I’m completely okay with that.

I am thoroughly disappointed. This is supposed to be my personal blog about what happens in my personal life and what i feel but this affects everyone and i am not feeling great about this piece of news.

Obama and his advisors saying the rest of the 22 days to Copenhagen are too few to actually arrive at a legally binding agreement smacks of the kind of an excuse an undergraduate would give for not preparing his essay for class. That the last 24 hours he had when he had wasted the rest of the 3 weeks he had doing all things an undergrad must do, were just not enough to prepare for the coursework!

Yes i know Mr Obama has been busy, he has a tough job, but this was the change he promised! Yes he can promise all he wants, but it is not in his hands. My disappointment is with all our leaders, all trying to pass the buck, all waiting for another year, all waiting for things to just chug along till it is not their responsibility. Perhaps they pray for a day when suddenly they wake up and come to know there is no such thing as climate change, just as there is no poverty in the world and just as there are no health care reform measures to be taken in the US.

Yes i know i am not making the most sense out here, but really? what an exuse! Copenhagen and what is expected has been the mantra for everyone for more than a year and a half now. And now 22 days before we come to know we have not enough time to come up with something, the assurances of the deal to be finalised in the next few months is just a postponing tactic. I really do not believe that the world leaders have not had time since Kyoto to come up with something that can be tabled at this mother of all conferences. After all the blah, and all the jargon and all talk and air, this is what it is, irresponsible undergraduate behaviour. As the song goes.. ‘it’s later than you think’

Firstly I would like to thank teh Vyx for being inspiring as always, and giving me a bit of a kick up the backside, and for caring. It really means a lot.

I probably won’t be blogging daily any more, otherwise this is just going to turn into a massive pile of depressive crap, but I will try and keep going.

I wrote a poem today on my deviantART, completely out of the blue, but at least there’s still some creativity flowing.

I have also just about finished my assignment, my dad’s checking it through, but then that’ll be another thing done.

I have two interviews lined up for the 24th and 25th so I guess that’s on the up, despite still not really having a permanent job yet.

And my voice completely disappeared first thing on Wednesday morning but is vaguely returning as of around 4:30pm today. So I guess that’s kinda good too.

I have a plan for tomorrow’s post – feministy anti-Daily Mail rant. But hell, that’s who I am right? If I have an opinion I make it known. If it’s not liked then fine, but don’t berate me for giving an honest opinion. If you don’t like it, don’t read it. I will not change my beliefs without good reason. And the vast majority of reasons are mediocre at best.

Thank you and goodnight…

(Not quite sure where that came from…)

Oh, and today’s horoscope, because it seems kinda poignant, though doesn’t seem to have been applicable for the entire time:

A noticeable upsurge

Valid during many months: Under this very positive influence you will, at least to a certain extent, be able to change your spots. You could confide in a well-meaning person, being able to reveal things that you would otherwise keep to yourself. This influence will also bring you into contact with such a person, or help you to discover someone within your wider circle of friends. Any kind of therapy or treatment will now be particularly beneficial. This is also a good time to begin a new therapy or course of study or further education on the subject. A change of place can have a positive effect as well, and you can be certain that any holiday will now be especially rejuvenating.

This influence is linked to a process of healing or self-healing caused by questioning the meaning of individual and collective suffering. Things which you usually find psychologically or physically embarrassing or painful will now lose some of their gravity. Hidden feelings of being ashamed or inadequate will seem less oppressive, which will help you to accept and see them in a more objective light. You are now more tolerant of your own sensitivities and more prepared than usual to make compromises. If you somehow feel rather sorry for yourself or are prone to self-pity then you may now be better able to let go of such feelings. You can gain new perspectives on things which you usually tend to see in a negative light.

The interpretation above is for your transit selected for today:

Jupiter Trine Chiron,, activity period from end of March 2009 until 23 November 2009.

Well, you can see that I am giving myself free-reign here to tell people what to do, and how to do it. All the posts are headed, ‘How to…’ and I hope you can see that there is an element of irony to all of this.  I can’t tell you what to do, and if I do, you still don’t have to do it.  I’m just putting all this down in a direct, simple way, without too much embellishment. You can take parts of it with you, or leave them behind.  Something else you can do is comment on any point I make – I would love to get into discussions here about the pros and cons of different approaches and mindsets to cruising under sail. If you have real-world experiences, books or articles that flatly contradict, or add something to, the advice I give anywhere here, I’d love to hear about them.  If you can convince me, I’ll change the articles themselves very willingly.

So, don’t be put of by any of my didactic, pedantic or opinionated statements – weigh them up, try them on, see if they fit. If you know more about it than me, or if you think I haven’t thought something through, let me know. Equally, if one or two of my ideas work for you, there’s nothing to stop you letting us know that too. 

Happy sailing.

I’m coming out of the closet here and now. No, I’m not gay, I’m not a Democrat. But it’s almost as drastic.

I hate tipping. HATE it.

When did it become my job, as a customer, to bear the responsibility of directly paying someone’s salary? And now I walk into nearly every establishment that serves any kind of food, and there’s a Tip Jar sitting there. In Dunkin’ Donuts? Really? What am I tipping for? Turning around and taking a donut off the shelf? You didn’t even move your feet!!!

Legend says that tipping started off long ago, “To Insure Promptness”… T.I.P. get it? But then, I also read that back when tipping started, acronyms weren’t commonly used, and “tipping” was actually taken from the criminal slang of the day. Regardless how it started, it’s now pervasive. Everyone expects a tip. Consider this partial list, from Tipping.org (yes, tipping has its own website!)

• Baggers – $1 or more per bag, $1-5 for bringing it to your car (this would NOT fly in my town)
• Barber/hair stylist – 15% of cost, more if you’re not there much
• Casino Workers (including security officers, repair personnel, and cashiers) – $1-2, 5%-10% of a big win
• Catering – $10 per server. $20 if it’s just one server
• Clown – $15-25, depending on the length of the performance and how hot it is outside.
• Contractors – $50 to the foreman, $30 to each worker
• Electric cart transport (airport) – $1-$2, more if driver is nice
• Pizza Delivery – $1-5 depending upon distance and size of order
• Rental car shuttle driver – $1 per bag… more if they help you with the bags
• Ushers – like at a football stadium. 50¢ – $1 per party when they show you to your seat
• Wait staff in a BUFFET restaurant – 5% – 10% of the bill, because they just clear dishes and replace linen
• Wait staff in a regular restaurant – 15% – 20% of the bill. Minimum 20% for a large party

I have problems with many of these.

My first and biggest problem is with waitstaff at restaurants. The way I see it, restaurant owners are obligated to pay the staff at least minimum wage, and then if the service is exceptional, the server may deserve an extra couple of bucks. None of this “two bucks an hour and split the tips amongst the busboys and management” or however that works. I pay $10 for my plate of food. It’s up to YOU to see that your staff is properly paid. If you can’t make budget on $10 per patron, then raise prices, cut spending, or whatever. Don’t guilt ME into making it up because I feel sorry for the less-than-attentive waitress with the shaggy fingernails and the popping gum, who called me “sweetie” and made eyes at my blind husband.

So now I scan down the list. The first one to really get me was the clown. Mind you, this is a clown hired for a kid’s party – something I wouldn’t do in the first place, but that’s another post. You’re supposed to tip according to the weather, since those costumes are hot. Really? If the uniform is too hot, choose another profession. It’s not MY job to make you more comfy. I’ll happily provide a glass of ice water, even an ice-cold Mountain Dew, if that’s preferred, because I’m nice.  But I’m already paying for the service, I shouldn’t be expected to pay extra just because the guy shows up.

Contractors. An extra $50-80, minimum, just to have you walk on my property, take off your shirt, and swear at my siding? Ok, I’ll give you the extra if the shirt removal provides an excellent view, but otherwise? No. I hired you to do a job for a set fee. Accept the fee gracefully. If it’s not enough, raise your prices. If the market can bear it, great. If not, you think too much of yourselves.

I know this little rant isn’t going to change anything. I’m not trying to ‘dis’ the service industry, either. I get that being a waitress is hard work, that they have to put up with surly customers and rotten pay. Honestly? As a customer, I’ll work on the surliness, and I am a pretty generous tipper.  But i shouldn’t have to be.   Their the pay isn’t my problem. That should be between the wait staff and the employers. And everyone else shouldn’t be expecting a tip, either… if you make my hair look good, if you get me a donut or a cup of coffee, or give me the right number of chips for the $20 I give you at the casino, that’s what your paycheck is for.

Although, if you come and fix my roof, and you have rock-hard abs, I just might consider an extra fiver.

So how incredibly disturbing is this??

In year 2009 – twothousand and nine!! – some people in Uganda are trying to forbid homosexuality. Saywhooha?? What is there to forbid?? Love?? As if we don’t have enough hate and prejudice in the world already, they want to forbid the one thing that could counter that: love!

If the Anti-Homosexuality Bill goes through, then being homo- or bisexual would become illegal; promoting human rights would become illegal; and even not reporting people who you know to be homo- or bisexual or working for these basic rights could get you in prison.

To say that I feel disgusted and disturbed would be an understatement.

Human Rights Watch: Uganda: ‘Anti-Homosexuality’ Bill Threatens Liberties and Human Rights Defenders

On the positive side: homosexual couples can now get married in the church in Sweden

BBC: Sweden church allows gay weddings

Now, get onto Facebook and join the ‘Speak out against Uganda’s Anti-Homosexuality Bill 2009′ group! Hurry!

When I was younger, I got into a lot of shit. Some of that shit I can’t mention here for obvious reasons. I will discuss one piece of that shit which is shoplifting.

Around the age of 12, I began hanging out with a couple of the neighborhood troublemakers. At that time I heard stories about these guys but never managed to hang with any of them. When I did hang out them, I found that they were just like me. Young, poor, black, and misunderstood. We’d come together like Voltron in the neighborhood. It was kind of like a brotherhood.

Long story short. We did a bunch of shit we wasn’t supposed to. It mainly consisted of shoplifting or snatch and runs. Shoplifting is stealing out of a store on some sneaky shit. Snatch and runs are ran exactly how they sound. You go into a story (convenient stores usually), snatch how much shit you can, and RUN (word to Ghostface Killah).

Fortunately, I was arrested at the age of 14. My supposed right hand man and I both got caught together while shoplifting. I got caught because I came back into the store to see what the hell was taking him so long. Soon as I did that both of us were cuffed and taken in the security room of the store.

Now, this was my man! One of the few if you said something sideways about him I was two piecing you. If you fought him, you fought me. Brotherhood ftw! Or so I thought….

The security guard gave us two options. Call your parents/guardian and have them pick you up or be taken to the juvenile detention center and be dealt with there. He called his grandparents and they came to pick him up. Before they left I asked him to ask his grandparents to take me with them. He didn’t. I was well on my way to community service and a summer long juvenile delinquent program, while his grandparents just paid a fine.

A big thing on the internets is Beanie Sigel going at Jay Z. Beans feels how I felt six years ago; confused and in need of an explanation. He did all of this representing for Jay and when Beans felt like he was supposed to receive some of that back, he didn’t.

I have some advice for Beans. Stop focusing on the situation and find a way to better yourself. When my man did that shit to me [ll], I was hurt. At that moment I realized people use people to their advantage. It’s just up to you to not be taken advantage of, nahmean?

When that happened to me, I stop fucking with dude like that [ll]. I still said what up and dapped son up when I saw him. All of that other shit I used to do for him, stopped. We both went our separate ways.

This isn’t a post saying, “Beans suck it up!”. Its saying when a person fucks you over, leave them the fuck alone. I don’t agree with him throwing a diss track at Hov because this won’t sole his problem. Like he said, he needs to talk with his brother. But since his brother doesn’t want to talk to him, he should just drop it and move on like the rest of State Property.

Adam Green is a famous American celebrity from New York City. At the beginning of his career he moved to Germany to seek political asylum from the persecution of his talents. He was greeted with open arms and formed a theatre company which produced a ballet concert. While living in East Germany, he was offered a co-starring role in the movie Juno, which won the Grammy and went platinum. After his work with The Moldy Peaches was done, he recorded 6 solo albums, including the latest, “Minor Love.”

El 70% de lo que dice arriba es mentira -pero al igual que a mi- a Adam Green le gusta inventar noticias, en este caso su biografía.

Adam Green debería ser mas famoso, incluso en la era post juno -cuando todo el mundo se volvió fan y sabia quien era- sigue en el semi anonimato. No hay nada mejor que cuando conozco a personas y randomly llegamos a el, eso es un pacto de sangre inmediato.

Siempre tendrá un lugar especial en mi corazón, ademas de en mi cuarto. No sean malpensados, es un afiche gigante que me regalaron una vez en un cumpleaños hace ya bastante años -también tiene espacio en el otro sentido que pensaron al principio-

Aunque Adam Green es el mejor amigo borracho, inestable y divertido que siempre he querido tener, sacarlo de la cárcel de vez en cuando, hacer viajes sin sentido y actividades por el estilo. Cada vez que saca un disco nuevo -y ya van varios- confirmo esta linda teoría.

Hoy, me enteré que esta trabajando en un disco nuevo, ya sacó un single -canción abajo-, se casó y se divorcio y tiene un blog que es fun pero bastante random.

People may be shocked by how talented Adam Green is

 

All I can say is indeed.

While everyone carries on living I’ll just sit here and stare at you. You’re supposed to be the closest thing to me but you’re the furthest away. I’m losing touch. I’m losing control and I hate this feeling. I miss the guy I was in love with, but I’m not in love with you. Look me in the eyes I see your compromise baby. I see right through you and I can’t lie. I used to be in love with you, but nowyou’re some other guy. Draw the blood from your skin, the lies escape within. The burn marks on your arms are proof. This is not you. The scars will fade but the truth remains. I’m so confused.  What have they done to the guy that was once you? Look in the mirror and you still look the same. You’ve changed. Take out the old stitches, now it’s just an open wound. Wait for me, I’m coming. Can’t you see its full moon? Bruises on my face as my eyes dilate. The words that escape your mouth will give you away. You used to be perfect but now what the hell is happening? I thought you were worth it. This is what they call love. It’s a strong word that no one understands. Once you abuse it you learn the circumstance. Blood dripping down your neck, what have they done to you? I see the pain under the light, why did you have to fight back? Daggers in your back you’ve been stabbed more then twice. Looking at you now, I see, love is what you lacked.

Boy Crisis – The Fountain of Youth

El 2008 se encargó de que aburriéramos MGMT, el 2009 de que lo vomitáramos y no queramos escuchar Kids ni en la radio.

Pero tanto loop tenía que dejar algo -además de neohippies y tiritas en la frente- y es aquí donde entra Boy Crisis para ser parte del legado mgmtiano.

Bastante bailable, tal vez demasiado.

Igual estamos claro que así ya no pase mgmt, sí algún día me pongo Huxley y decido meterme LSD, lo haré al ritmo de The Youth y Weekend Wars, porque fue para eso que fueron escritas y ya pues.

the yankees won.

No me gusta el beisból, mucho menos Alicia Keys, si hay algo que quiero hacer en esta vida es entrar en el closet de esa mujer y prenderlo en candela, si su estilista esta por ahí lo lanzo a la hoguera también; Jay – Z no me cae mal pero puedo vivir sin él y creo que Beyonce también.

Ahora por alguna razón, amo esta canción.

Y cada vez que la escucho, la canto a todo pulmón. Yo también hubiera anotado tres carreras después de escucharla en vivo en el Yankee Stadium.

Por supuesto hay que obviar, lo que Alicia Keys tiene puesto y el piano clichisimo con la estatua de la libertad.

Florence and the Machine – You’ve got the love (Remix por The XX)

No soy fan de los remixes, más del 90% de la veces que escucho uno -sobretodo cuando se trata de una canción que me gusta- me encuentro con un fiasco. Siempre he sentido que los remixes le quitan la vida a las canciones que realmente disfruto ¿Cual es la necesidad de subirle los BPM a una canción que fue creada para ser disfrutada en tranquilidad?

Tampoco soy fan del logo de dreamworks, ni de las cosas muy brillantes y si hay algo a lo que tengo respeto en esta vida es a las lentejuelas. El mal uso de ellas marcó mi infancia -y del 30% de las marabinas-, aunque siempre he querido un vestido de lentejuelas negras que vi hace años en el sambil, después lo volví a ver en un H&M en Nueva York y no me lo compré por problemas con cierto ente gubernamental.

La escarcha usualmente se la dejo a Of Montreal y las tarjetas de navidad que hace mi sobrina, una vez leí que en el techo de studio 54 la policia encontró toneladas de cocaína y yo pensé ¿y de escarcha no?

No me gusta que me callen la boca -el popular tapón- pero cuando lo hacen con algo que en verdad me dice ¡cállese la jeta carajo! logro comerme mis palabras y disfrutarlo, como este video genial de Florence and the Machine remixeada -inventadoverbos.com- por The XX

Dos bandas que disfruto mucho e hicieron que no me llevara un gran fiasco.

ETA: El título no va en nada relacionada con el fiasco de película de Mariah Carey, eso si fue un gran fiasco, pero ¿acaso alguien tenía altas expectativas?

Well, I don’t know whether to laugh or cry. Last week I was reading the newspaper while having lunch in the department kitchen. Something I read nearly made me lose my appetite.

The section I had was apparently full of job ads. Great. In a time like this job ads are good. Right?

Wrong.

Not if the salary line goes ‘£92,000 per annum’. SAYWHAT? £92,000? Per year?? What on earth is anybody supposed to do with that kind of money?

I read a couple more ads and realised they were all ranging from approximately £50,000-£95,000. Then I looked at the page heading, which was labelled ‘Senior Executive’.

Seriously?

It made me start to think. I think minimun pay rates are absolutely crucial. But reading these ads, me thinks perhaps there should be laws regulating maximum pay rates too?

Vampire Weekend – Cousins

Iba a comenzar con un chiste malo pasando ready or not de The Fugees a contexto Vampire Weekend jugando con el preppyness que tanto les critican, pero me arrepentí.

El problema es la gente que le tiene miedo a la palabra HYPE.

H Y P E

Escondan a sus hijos, guarden a sus novias. Al hype hay que tenerle miedo cuando es malo, ahí sí me escondo hasta yo.

Pero en el caso Vampire Weekend, hay que abrazarlos y ya. Ya seguro conté que me enamoré del baterista cuando los vi en vivo, es que quien se resiste, lleva el flow y lo trato de imitar cuando juego rockband, eso no se te me da.

Vampire Weekend – White Sky

ETA: El video de arriba es cuando lo ví en vivo, tuquiti.

Pero realmente si lo hacen y algún día me tocará a mí.

Julian Casablancas sigue siendo el mismo hijo de papi que creció y ahora sabe más de música aunque igual le gusta salir de fiesta y aparentemente se junta bastante con los de Ratatat, tanto que lo enseñaron a tocar el sintetizador y también como hacer otros sonidos con la guitarra.

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