Nobdi gives a shit

*knock*

-Who's there?
-Nobdi
-Who is it?
-It's Nobdi
-If's no one's there, who's talking?
-Nobdi!
-Stop this crap! How can you not be somebody?
-I am somebody! I am Nobdi!
-Oh gawd he gets metaphysical and shit
-Will you let me in?
-I'll let nobody in!
-So open the door!
-If there's nobody there, why should I?
-So Nobdi can come in!
-Go to hell
-But...what did Nobdi do?

*gunshot*

And again...

Discussing Usain Bolt's eligibility for the NFL, he cracks another Jamaica joke:

"Then again, we don’t know when Bolt graduated from high school, or if he even attended. Indeed, the term “high” school in Jamaica might have an entirely different meaning."

What the hell? I guess there's a reason these people are writing sports columns and not Conan O'Brien's jokes (I should hope they're better than this...)

Oh, they think they're so funny

Mike Florio, on a piece for profootballtalk.com:

"We just saw Jamaica’s Usain Bolt set the world record in the 200-meter dash. And the first thing that came to mind was this."

How fast would he be if he hadn’t spent much of his life breathing second-hand marijuana smoke?

Hardy. Har. Har. Let's poke the drug taboo.

The Power of Natasha

From Grant Wahl's article about the Brazilian loss today:

"Surely the Brazilian fans will be in full force. Caipirinhas! Samba! Scantily-clad soccer-loving beauties!"

We all know about the two clichés, but wow, caipirinhas first?

(yes, this was mostly to mess with formatting)

EDIT: Ohmigod what an awful pun at the end: "It's fun to stir the pot, even when it's a pot of Brazilian feijoada."

This man knows how to live, damn

Divison

It's an interesting dilemma. On the one hand, materialism is harmful to people in that it creates a false sense of inadequacy to those who don't have enough shit (and no one does). On the other hand, world economy is booming (relatively at least) in part because people are buying so much shit. Where do you draw the line?

Hah

I was looking for a picture of a homeless man next to a car, meaning to make social commentary. This, however, is better:

In hindsight...

When you're young, you're as light as air; when you're old, you feel heavy. It's as if the burden of years piles up on your back

It's All Wonderful Nights

I really don't know what's cause and what's consequence. I don't know if I am who I hang out with or I'm just really lucky to know the right people. No doubt a little bit of both.

They say change is good. Guess it is. I imagine it's a bit like balding. You don't wanna lose the hair, but taking pills is only gonna delay the inevitable (at best), so you just go with the flow. You might hate it all the time, but you also hate scumbags and dimwits, and it's even harder to stop those.

Which brings me to my point, that I'm so alike certain people it makes me feel normal, up to a certain point. I mean, Mario, for one, with whom I agree on just about nothing, but we survive in a pacific manner for three weeks. Natasha watches movies with me no one else would even feign interest about. Stefano, well, sometimes it's just freaky. Teo, guess he proves that mixed-race friendships aren't so stereotypical in the end (LAF).

And you all left. Well, some not really, but sometimes it just feels like it. And I'm sure you do it because you know it's right, but that doesn't mean I don't get to hate it.

I hope I haven't offended anyone not mentioned. You're what makes sanity worthwhile.

Well, sometimes you do go insane, because otherwise that would be like eating chili without pepper.




My god I hope chicks dig corny guys.

(On an unrelated note, it's amazing how Jesus said so many smart things (not only, but no one's perfect), yet ended up indirectly causing tons of deaths, torture, book burnings (gah), wars, greed, etc...Goes to show how mankind can take a bunch of cool ideas, make it into religion, and send the whole thing on a downward spiral. Ungrateful biatches)

Roots

"Maybe it's just true. It's her cousin. People have cousins. I mean, I have a female cousin. [pause] Maybe he's gay and she's afraid it'll make me feel insecure. Well that's not very encouraging, her attitude towards me. I guess there isn't even anyone. She just needs some time to clear her mind and her pores. Chicks dig that. Pores, definitely the pores. Women can't stand that, right? Oh, she probably put it in her head that I don't like her spending time with her girl friends. Which I don't, but I don't let her know...skanks. She's insecure, poor thing. She wants to handle her world on her own a bit. She's not a fornicator, we have moderate sex. Moderate sex."
"Hi, honey, what's that you just
"I don't believe you. [pause] Get out."

Sadly, he wouldn't win the Peace Prize

Jesus was not exceptional because he turned water into wine, or because he walked on water. He was out of the ordinary because he turned the other cheek

Arson

-Why do you feel this fright?
-It's my only delight.
-Why do you always take flight?
-It's my only delight.

Photographs

I dunno
I dunno what to say
to evoke, to scandalise, marginalise
What to do with these words
Figments of time, bit by bit
Splatter over my sky
These dice are rolled every day
Wayward jogger winding way
The gray haze begins to billow
Makes me turn so mellow
Why, why, why the sky?
I just, I wanna keep my feet on the ground
I wanna vandalise my land
Twist the streets
And not just stare from stand
Ephemeral soul seeks stone to turn

The end

Behind the wheel at first
Then comes the thirst
The burst of orgasm
Still a fathomless chasm
But at the fields of moneyless green
The mind comes to keen
A machine no longer machine

When hell first appears
The sight is too fierce
No roar from within
Yellow and grey
United display is achieved
Tantalising decadence
Opalescence for a soul in need

First a dystopia
All black, all grim, all sin
Famine that ravages
Lonely spirit houses savages
Kaleidoscope eyes
No surprise in the skies
The light comes to utopia

Soular System

The world is at your feet. The problem is that most people say "What, it's just there? For free? What's the catch?" You have to take it as it comes, and enjoying every bit, because if you think about it, THERE'S NO REASON YOU SHOULDN'T. Go on a stroll around the orbit of your mind, and stop to admire it, to watch the beautiful blue beneath you, and know that that's where you come from. It takes distance to be able to truly appreciate and understand something, temporal or physical, so in order to know yourself, take a walk outside your spirit.

And just watch.

And in watching, you'll also notice how magnificent the sun is, and you'll bask in the morning light like no one else ever has. Jupiter is also there, but now it's not just a point among endless glowing periods, it's really there. A giant planet, rings slowly spinning, radiating.

Mars, it really is there, is your neighbour. Mostly you look at it, and you know it's supposed  to be there, but you've never quite seen it, never taken a quick tour along the hallways. But the rumours are true, it's red, it's round and it's there.

Finally, you discover there are satellites spinning around, beaming waves down, and feeding the planet with so much information, and it's something we never realize. It's thanks to those that you can even read these words. And they're there, all hundreds or thousands of them.

Then, you come back. And you look to the sky, and you don't see Jupiter or Mars, much less the satellites, and the sun is small and insignificant, but you know they're there, and you have full awareness of their existence.

Perspective is for free. It's there, you can grab it. Tax free. But the rebate is more than you can imagine.

Storm of Insanity

So many thoughts, but not a coherent one
Abstractions of higher being
Lower being
Philosophy for little children
There's no trepassing
Only glancing at the meadows beyond
Feeling the fresh wind of rain
Flesh and only flesh
The jester knocks at the door
The bumblebee soars freely
I spin and I spin and I spin
But my anchor's chains are diamond
Diamond and lead
My mind billows around my being
But impermeable am I
Unliftable am I
Stoic and statue
Under the weight of sanity

Where?

A foot on shore and one in sea
A desire to see
And really feel
The real wind, the real stream
A glimpse of nature's dream
Feel not the leaves against my skin
But against my soul
To truly feel whole
Outside this world of no kin

Anachronism

It's not that the best things in life are free. It's just, they were around even before money was invented

Wake up

Wake Up
by Win Butler, William Butler, Régine Chassagne, Timothy Kingsbury, Richard Reed Parry and Howard Bailerman


Somethin'
filled up
my heart with
nothin',
someone told me not to cry.
But now that
I'm older,
my heart's
colder,
and I can see that it's a lie.
Children
wake up,
hold your
mistake up,
before they turn the summer into dust.
If the children
don't grow up,
our bodies get bigger but our get
torn up.
We're just
a million little god's
causin' rainstorm
turnin' everything good to rust.
I guess we'll just have to adjust.
With my
lightnin' bolts a glowin'
I can see where I am
goin'.
With my
lightning bolts a glowin'
I can see where I am
goin' to be
when the reaper he reaches and touches my hand.
Better look out below!


It's a fine between music and poetry. Song by The Arcade Fire

We are but couches

Goods? A misnomer, if you ask me. More like unnecessaries. Books and CDs and movies aren't what first comes to mind when goods are mentioned, but they're more good than most goods. People want to have, have, have, but how many want to be, be, be? They live not for themselves, they live for goods, never realizing that the only real good is them. They're not their skin and their spleen, they're their ideas, they're mind. Healthy mind, healthy body? Likely. But the inverse isn't necessarily true. At all, really

The progress of civilization is but the progress of comfort. The progress of longevity. Who among us has seem real progress of state of mind? Who among us should really care what their house looks like if it's home? Whose dream is a Ferrari and not another dream? We all strive for the material and for the spiritual, but who strives for their heart's prize instead of their eyes' or their hands', or their genitals, really? Stuff is nice, no doubt. But the problem is when stuff becomes the stuffing inside our skin

Live and let go, live and let flow

Blow

A song, a ballad, a thin rope around the waist,
Can you feel the taste of hope humming along?
Undertow, undertow, let me see your tape unwound,
Your breast exposed,
The true colour of your eyes.
Carry me where I may go, but will you never show
That sweet sweet face of yours
That ego that I’ve come know?