by B.J. on 12/25/2003 08:08:00 AM 0 comments Print this post


Christmas All Around The World

Awww how warm and cuddly we all are here. Christmas is so nice and white and uh. . .nice and white. Ice skating. Gizz. All the snowflakes coming down. Dreaming of a white Christmas, cause the dark one you have now is a piece of shit and you really need to get away from it. It really is the best time of the year when the wind starts biting your skin, you wrap gifts, act all nice, and bake warm cookies giving you bad pillsbury whiteboy breath and a twinky stomach.

Butcha know it doesn't snow everywhere, cookies aren't baked and other warm and cuddly things we do in America.

I hear in the Phillippines its almost a half-year celebration of Christmas. I don't know what its about, but I don't think it's as fluffy as the shit here with the same boring crappy old classic songs. I don't feel any better after listening to any of that.

But. . .

I wonder if they cuddle and hug and all that warm sentimental bullskitzio in that other hemisphere being that it is their summer. Do they

I wonder how Christmas is celebrated by Marilyn Manson. Does he stay upside down on a cross for 14 hours of the day ? Does he celebrate it but make people drink black blood juice ? Does he just take it as an ordinary day and go blah (whatever that is) ?

I wonder how malnutrioned and impoverished folkers celebrate in those arid regions of Africa, South America, and the East. Do they go to some feeding place ? Do they holiday it ? Do they take it as an ordinary day ?

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by B.J. on 12/20/2003 11:12:00 AM 0 comments Print this post


Update Day !

Today I just added stuff and will add stuff to my older posts since my opinions are "never finished." I'll probably keep on updating those older posts till whenever I feel like getting back on track (Who knows ? Maybe tomorrow).

I have already got on top of what I really wanted to say in the capturing of Saddam (Just below on December 14), what I feel now about telling A & F to fuck off (sometime in June), and other various random stuff. I just want to make sure my human shit is real, and not some animal bullshit.

 

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by B.J. on 12/18/2003 11:33:00 PM 0 comments Print this post


Tribute to Flight

The Wright Bros had the first recorded flight 100 years and 1 day ago as bicycle mechanics.

Why and How I ask did they fly.

What the hell made them want to fly ?

Was it because they noticed something out of the blue and wanted to keep experimenting ?Was it to get out of their lives as mildly successful printers and bicycle mechanics ? Was it for the money ? Was it because they wanted to carve their names in history ?

How the hell did they do it ?

Was it the twin propellers which provided the lift that constituted flight ? Was it the elevator which controlled altitude that constituted flight ? Was it the movable tail which provided the steering that constituted flight ? Was it the bicycle transmission which provided the movement that constituted flight ?

No, how the hell did t hheeeeeeyyyyyyy do it ?

Was it through dogged determination of 2 years that they fused those elements together ? Was it through them stepping out the comfort zone of their decent jobs and looking for something bigger that they fused those elements together ? Was it through determination to get off the grounds and fields which pulled them down like the grasping hand in level 8 you see in Mario 3 ? Was it through determination to get from there to here ?

I don't know. But the flight they made was geared towards getting off the ground and being able to steer. Either way away from this motherfuckin' seer I call the mound which grabs you roughly out of its fear that it can't keep you down.

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Political Correctness: Does it Hide the Truth ?

by B.J. on 12/17/2003 07:00:00 PM 0 comments Print this post


Ever get pissed off when that shithole Simon Cowell tells some American Idler that she should drop dead before pursuing a career in show biz or when Charles Barkley announces that [your team here] does not belong in the NBA ?

Chances are, that you have because you know they are oversimplifying and not telling the full truth. These guys are often seen as the anti-PCs (anti-politically correct), the ones who are right on the money, hit the nail on the head, and other trite phrases that say these guys speak the truth.

Whenever people clash with political correctness, they tend to think PCness clashes with truth and/or at the same time takes 'fun' out of conversation.

Political correctness. What da phuq is it ?

Definition Time !

Political correctness (PC) is the state of people either: 1) describing or 2) adding people/things to avoid incurring ire from those people/things. Describing people/things, rather than using popular labels to immediately identify those people/things is what I will mostly be referring to in this here pizzost. For example, when someone on the news jumps to a conclusion and calls someone who does something odd an idiot. Keep that shit to yourself. You're calling him an idiot and you don't even know him. Why don't you just report the news ? PC is not needed when the intent is made clear to people. How subtly a label is forced upon "someone" does not make a difference 'cause those "someones" get the message either way. But what those someones and other super-conscious people do get mad about with these labels placed upon them by a predominantly white society is that these type of people may be portrayed in a negative light to the rest of the world.

However, PC accumulates most of its ire when folks add some group of people to something when it really wouldn't represent that something. For example, some folkers get mad at the TV show "Friends" because there isn't any black guy in there. This is the one time that PC becomes ingenuine and earns a bad rap from just about everyone.

But always remember, also entrenched in the term "PC" is when people use stupid, popular labels. And people of all beliefs like to cave into them and use them on the basis that PC is stupid as shown by its ingenuity in wanting to add certain groups of people to some show. Those people of all beliefs get mad at the aformentioned "someones" and super-conscious people.

So-called truth-speakers/fun guys who claim to be anti-PC speak the truth and have fun in the context of entertainment. They don't really address things in the context of spreading information, and when it is, it's infotainment as it is in most of the local news here in L.A., particularly that Fox Morning Show and whatever it is that KTLA does. So their claim to be un-PC and telling the truth is bleh.

And most of the PC that is attacked is this aspect of assigning labels to groups of people. And of course those labels are not entirely truthful and just plain offensive without reason.

This is what really happens concerning PC and the labels it seeks to eliminate.

Whenever somebody uses a label that brings to mind stereotypes with no direct negative connotation attached to it, the PC guys make the mistake of opening their mouths. They earn negative some more points for PCness. They attack something with no long bad history to the label. These should all be harmless stereotypes. Labels are harmful when it has a stigma attached to it and/or the intent is not known. So even in the realm of labelling in which PC does its good, there is still some bad to PC.

An example of a harmless label that PCness would attack.

Those Abercrombie and Fitch shirts depicting the Chinese guys. The characters in them were a cartoonish Chinese and had the unmistakeable slanted eyes characteristic of Asians so of course it was funny. With its cartoony label/depiction, the intent could be easily be seen that the shirt was made out of fun.

No one really made a big deal of it.

Why not ?

'Cause there's nothing that directly says anything bad about the Chinese in it; there's no direct negative connotation attached to those stereotypes. It's nothing that people will take seriously.

However, I can sort of see the outrage PC guys would bring. It's a white company putting out a shirt based on another ethnic group's ethnicity. Buying a shirt like that as an Asian guy would be me sort of buying into their white-washed view of things. Yeah, OK, it's sort of funny, but it's ultimately not my kind of humor because I'm not on the outside looking in; since I've lived my life seeing Asians everywhere, these Asian guys just become people. The differences I'd see from the outside as a white guy are blunted.

So shirts like that from A & F are not doing anything wrong, but they are in pretty bad taste, as are most views from the outside. And it could have been an issue if people did not understand the intent of "being funny."

Now an example of a harmful label that PCness attacked.

A case where people did not understand intent and the label was harmful is seen when some scientist labeled the first American to ever roam the continent to be "caucosoid." Most tabloids misinterpreted that and put on their covers that this first American was "white" when "Caucosoid" in science describes features such as a pointy beaked nose or some weird cusps on the teeth, not necessarily including skin pigmentation.

This kind of claim this runs contradictory to what the Native Americans believe and enabled the less-racially enlightened dumbfucks (People know my intent when I use this un-PC term. They are fuckin' stupid if they can't get past the fact that all they hate is pigmentation on the skin which can't even be proved biologically) to then claim that "they were first." Science is credibility. And this sort of claim from science threatened to wipe out a whole heritage's history and importance before scientists reasoned away that these "caucasoids" may have originated from Japan. No one understood that all this guy was doing was science and in a field already very culturally sensitive, but, the scientist should known better and elaborated the second he mentioned "caucasoid."

Being PC in that case did not go too far because no one understood the scientist's intent in labeling the fossil "caucasoid" and this label effectively shed a negative light on the history of Native folkers.

So this is about the only time that PC is good: when it acts to remove a negative label from a group of people.

PC is ultimately about making sure something that is there and hasn't done anything wrong, is respected. Only "have fun" when people know what the phuq you're talking about. It does not hide the truth in terms of referring to things because it just doesn't rely on popular labels propogated by the haves and majorities of society.

But then again, PCness should not attack 1) when a label is harmless: that is when the intent is understood and the stereotype the label propogates does not necessarily link to something bad. 2) And it does hide the truth when it wants to add something that isn't there.

So since all these 3 things happen equally at least in my opinion, remember that PC does its good at least 33% of the time.

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by B.J. on 12/15/2003 02:29:00 PM 0 comments Print this post


Lyrics to Bomb-Ass Songs Part 2 (Inspi. Rational Songs In-Depth): "So Pick Up the Puzzle and Pieces. . .

[Songs and enduring inspi. rational images. The second part to this post. They all point to something. . .

. . .And put it together fo our lives/My Lord, Dear Lord, maintain, it's hard cause I'm a soldier at war/Cause Everybody wanna try to pick up the devil in me/But tha evil's embedded in me
/Keeps me at ease/take notes cause here it comes/The murda mo coming to carry you oh you oh/They comin' to see me pullin' me gauge out/And put it up to ya temple and we'll blow your brain out" <--- (The Lyrics of Note)

Image: A dude with a beanie and stern look on his face out in the cold leisurely blowing smoke or frozen spit molecules like D'Angelo maybe drinking coffee while standing up.

Thanks to: Bone Thugs N Harmony - Days of Our Lives, 1997

Lyrics of Note: "I Got to Get of Of This Place"

Image: AI, The Answer, Allen Iverson, #3 on the 76ers running on fumes in the 2001 NBA Finals to keep his crappy team afloat still on his 165-lb legs thru like 57 injuries during the season and playoffs. I wonder how his hamstrings hold up after all that. Toughkin nugget.

Thanks to: Bust-A-Groove 2 - Happy Heart in the Sunshine, 2000

Lyrics of Note: "Dewdewdewdewdewdewdewdewdewdewdewdananananadeneeneeneeneeneeneww (it's a trance song)"

Image: Shades of Jamal Crawford scoring 33 points against Indiana (28 in the first half) in a game last year.

Thanks to: Fischerspooner - Emerge, 2000

Lyrics of Note: "Dream it till yo dream coooooooome true" (Headbanging ensues)

Image: Rocky and my alter ego named Reggie toughing it out and running the last leg of a cross country race.

Thanks to: Aerosmith - Dream On, 1981 (just seems like a 1981 song)

Lyrics of Note: "I will show you all you need to know you must hold on to anyone that wants you and I will love you through the simple and the struggle but girl you gotta understand the modern man must hustle"

"Hush, little lady don't say a word or the rest of the village gonna know you disturbed, if you let em know that you're vulnerable, Then there aint no stopping how far they open you slow (yo yo yo) I'm a chapter in yout text book read me like a checkbook mistook love at first site for a sex look/Enough of the blind man's bluff,/I wan't the good stuff/Trying to hookup a full belly and a foot rub/The modern man's hustle I dig it,/I shuffle/Feed me your troubles and need me to cuddle (come on)/Bundle up in my mitten and coat/As cold as it gets I keep your winter afloat/So let the snow fall, (it's cold in town)/She doesn't want to understand why I still come around/She look at the mirror she don't see what I see/She holds no history of how precious she be/Lay your head on my chest, speak of the stress Kick your feet up and rest, before we clean up the nest I hate to see you upset it cramps the position/And if you didn't know you better listen (you better listen)/Cause...

Image: Same image produced from the Bone-Thugs-N-Harmony song.

Thanks to: Atmosphere - Modern Man's Hustle, 2002

. . .which is to Stay Standing.]

- En Oh Tee Ee Ess Oh Eff Aye Ess Oh See Eye Aye Ell Pee Aye Are Eye Aye Aych

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by B.J. on 12/14/2003 08:45:00 AM 0 comments Print this post


We Got Him ? No They Got You

Apparently this is important. Someone plant a sharp knife blade-up on my keyboard to help keep me from falling down on it as I type this 'cause I'll just be saying stuff that anyone else can say.

After about countless people dying in Iraq and the US that could've easily been your brother, sister, mother, father, grand-dad, wife, husband, the US of A has finally got Saddamnit.

Why am I not celebrating ?

Because this doesn't mean the end of anything. It never does, it's why people are apolitical. In the bigger picture of history, we're going to cancel ourselves out one way or another like Ben Stiller getting his dick caught in a zipper.

There will be a lot of political debate that will not lead to anything except more bad whiteboy out-of-a-breakfast-of-waffles,-special K-and-strawberries-or-wheaties,-cantalope,-red-tie- and-suit (not leather jacket biker whiteboy)-breath being exchanged. All we did was: capture some geriatric fugitive (which by definition is a person out of power) who probably needs diapers to keep from shitting every 6 minutes, kill a bunch of people, and ultimately, upset and pleased some. Those upset by this capture, particularly those fundamentalist Islamics who think exactly like us Americans in labeling things good and bad, upset as they are, will probably find a way to materialize themselves and keep the chaos afloat.

It's good that we caught him, but will be hyped up like no other as some kind of Bush victory. This capturing of Saddam used as ammunition for support by Bush when he was getting so little support is what ultimately pisses me off. These Bush supporters will play heavily upon the fact that they captured someone who killed a lot of people as if to imply to us citizens that "hey at least we're not killing you guys, you could be much worse." These fuckers at the top never think of what's better, unless it's for their personal gain.

And the beat goes on.

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by B.J. on 12/14/2003 07:18:00 AM 0 comments Print this post


Sledgehammer Turns My Head into a Can of Slush

There is permanently a sledgehammer lodged in the middle of my fuckin' head. Or maybe it's a pencil, whatever it is, it must've hurt on impact, but it doesn't hurt anymore. I guess the shit is numbing and it's become part of my head. And now I'm like Bio from Bust-a-Groove 2 with the green goblin face and whiteboy dancing moves to the beat of an entrancing from-the-dead bass n' trance song (or whatever genre it is)

Yeah OK not really.

I want to get that sledgehammer out of my head and throw that sucker at a maple tree and see if it breaks. Or if its a pencil I want to fucking, ugh. . .write something down. . .FUCK YEAH.

I guess it's better than actually attacking someone or else I'd be thrown to the slammer by other hardass wannabe badass someones who just don't know or really give a crap to understand and end up in dust like the rest of us anyway.

Man I just want to freeze and disappear from this world of fucking shithead primates. Call me back when we've evolved into something useful like dinosaurs only primate instead of reptillian. Fucking reptiles and their peripheral vision. I wonder how those humongous pieces of shit fucked. . .oh here.

(Oh wait, there's no one I can trust outside the fam in heav to call back. That's where I remember there's a fucking sledgehammer/pencil lodged in my head, FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCKKKKKKKKING OUCH. God what a fuckin'g whipstickagoo crack. But I'll figure it out and be melo like Carmelo)

Why the motherfudginizznuck can't we just lay eggs on the outside and shit: it would make things less complicated and there would be no need for such useless things as celebrities, some shit-witted twins budweiser commercials, clubs, bars, and chick flicks.

Goddamn I hate people. Now I wonder why I make posts that cheer on Loyola like that.

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by B.J. on 12/13/2003 02:59:00 AM 0 comments Print this post


Loyola Vs. Long Beach Poly (Foo-ball Foo-ball !)

So just a few hours ago, my yuppie alma mater beat Snoop Dogg's and Cameron Diaz's football powerhouse alma mater for the CIF southern section championship. It was such big news that it got onto the same local channel that broadcasts Lakers, Kings, and Mighty Ducks pro games.

21-17 was the score.

But it started out 0-14 with Long Beach in control and ready to push. They appeared to be big bad Long Beach Poly in 2000 that just barely beat super-athlete Matt Ware and company, and then they were the same big Bad Long Beach Poly here in 2003 set to demolish a Matt Wareless no marquee-name (at least not to me, probably because I haven't been following and I've been disconnected from all things Loyola) puny-looking Loyola team. That #27 from Loyola is getting the crap kicked out of him.

All of a sudden out of nowhere benchwarmer #25 (a former long jumping mate of mine) for Loyola catches a pass for a touchdown. The defense holds up. Loyola surprises Poly and runs it up and down with #32 busting through holes with speed. They eventually get another score in the 3rd quarter to make it 14-14 with a pass to #21. Long Beach then slightly breaks momentum with a field goal making it 17-14. And that would be the last time they would score, as Loyola scored a touchdown with only 4 minutes in the 4th quarter to make it 21-17. Loyola's defense holds up twice with #52 sealing the fate with a sack similar to last week's goal line stand against Los Alamitos, and the rest is history.

Loyola's first CIF championship since 1990.

OK, so that's fuckin' nice. Loyola's been winning CIFs as of late: basketball, cross country, and now football. The feelings were like: Fuckin' celebration ! Rip a pillow ! Watch the vains pop out ! Growwwwwwwwwwwwww (with a claw ripping something out and blood dripping out of that wildcat smile) !

Butchewknowchewknow, all I could think about during that game was that I'd be cheering for Poly had I not gone to Loyola. Goddamn how cushed up I am.

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by B.J. on 12/10/2003 02:12:00 AM 0 comments Print this post


Why Voodoo Is Even Cooler than I thought

So what comes to mind when you think of voodoo ?

"Black magic" ? Chickens getting their heads bitten off and blood being spit out ? The voodoo dolls that Ricky Martin referred to in his La Vida Broca song ?

Now throw those chicken-headed assumptions against your refrigerator with all those magnets of "I love New Hampshire" and "I left my heart in Wyoming" on it.

Voodoo is a religion practiced in the African diaspora, mostly in Haiti. Yes, Haiti, that little shithole of poverty, etc. etc. Historically, it's been a religion of the poor urban folk, which is just about everyone, in Haiti. For a select few, it helps establish status at least temporarily.

It's really a religion for the people. A lot of people's beliefs easily fit in with voodoo because it has no written dogma. So a lot of people of Catholic faith in Haiti also practice voodoo, seeing the spirits they serve in voodoo as giving their messages to God. There also appears to be a lot of acceptance with these voodoo communities. The author of this horrible, but informative book called Mama Lola became a voodoo priestess working as some white middle-class anthropologist.

But what characterizes the religion most are its spirit posessions and so-called curses. They believe these spirits give them the tools to survive. They don't ask these spirits for actual survival. For example, they're not going to stand in front of a bus and see if they've got protection from the spirits, but they need to realize that they have the tools of eyes, ears, and legs to step the fook away from the bus.

It's not a religion that eases suffering or aims to eliminate all of it because suffering is life, but rather empowers people to deal with suffering. People have to live within their own characters to deal with this suffering. More than anything this religion is an enrichment of the mind.

Now rewind back to before I told you to throw those chicken-headed assumptions against your fridge.

Voodoo has obviously been portrayed negatively that these practices that are public in Haiti become private here in the States because of the racism and the minority of its existence. Most of the damage on voodoo has been subtle as the word has been used to connote something "shady" that doesn't work ala "voodoo economics" or something wicked "voodoo magic." However one damaging thing was that Euros and Americans were blaming voodoo for the AIDS epidemic on the basis that these poor "misguided" black fools drank blood.

Just trump this up as another example of how America tramples the minority and underprivileged.

I like how this religion highlights the important things in life and accepts everything, how it knows something the majority doesn't.

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by B.J. on 12/09/2003 12:09:00 AM 0 comments Print this post


[Edited 12/16/03: It's a coincidence that I wrote almost the same exact blog entry exactly a year earlier minus 4 hours and 55 minutes. Eerie.]

Throwing in the Towel

I just give up this year on Chicago team sports. Its super depressing to follow.

Suspend all knowledge of Michael Jordan for a minute and all you have is town o legends that get the love of fans while never actually winning anything. Ernie Banks, Bob Love, Jerry Sloan, Gayle Sayers, Dick Butkus. Chicagoland favorites, but didn't lead their respective teams anywhere.

This year is no different, with the Chicago Bulls who are 5-15 as we speak. They got Jamal Crawford who could eventually become a minor nugget for marketing with his in-game And 1 abilities, the superenthusiastic Tyson Chandler, and the larger than life Eddy Curry. Good players, but doing nothing !

I will try to never expect anything out of Chicago sports again (for the 567th time).

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by B.J. on 12/08/2003 09:34:00 AM 0 comments Print this post


"I am Fo' The Children Always Am, Always Will Be"

This is one e-mail I got from the UC thing. It's about Arnold, the governor, eliminating outreach programs. Personally I have no use for them, but it seems helpful to a few of my other friends. College is elitist and white as it is, but Arnold appears to think he came in as a minority because he's an immigrate and can thus relate and eliminate these programs. Asshole move, Arnold.

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SAN JOSE MERCURY NEWS
Posted on Tue, Dec. 02, 2003

Arnold punches outreach

HIS IDEA FOR SAVINGS IS SHORTSIGHTED

By Joe Rodriguez

Let's hear it for Penny Saver Schwarzenegger, who wants to get rid of the colorblind programs that help Latino and black students get into college.

One of the new California governor's ideas for balancing the state budget is to eliminate test preparation, academic counseling, mentoring, bus trips to college campuses and other outreach programs that encourage and prepare minority students in underperforming schools for college.

These are the type of race-neutral programs so many opponents of affirmative action, those who believe in equal opportunity based on pure merit, were happy to see. I never expected outreach to outperform affirmative action, and it hasn't. But outreach appears to make enough of a difference.

Where outreach helps

In 2002, only 14 percent of the freshmen entering University of California campuses were Latino. A microscopic 3 percent were African-American. These numbers are nothing to cheer about, but the good news is they could easily be worse without outreach programs. A third of those black freshmen and nearly half of their Latino classmates in 2002 had received some sort of this help in middle or high school.

Without outreach, what would the flagship University of California campuses look like in the future?

``An institution essentially for rich, white kids,'' Marco Firebaugh, a Latino state Assemblyman, told the Mercury News.

Maybe not entirely white, but their campuses wouldn't look anything like the real California. They wouldn't have enough students who made the most of what they had, which is so often the case with bright minority students in urban schools that don't offer the same level of education as wealthier schools. That's merit no entrance exam can measure.

Outreach isn't a free pass. The best programs require high schoolers to study extra and require their parents to get involved, while counselors help students stay on track. These students still must perform well on college-entrance exams and essays.

While outreach works, it isn't cheap. Even former Gov. Gray Davis slashed the programs in half before he himself was terminated. Schwarzenegger would eliminate outreach completely next year, saving taxpayers $85 million.

The governor's best argument for elimination is that every outreach dollar belongs in the classroom.

``The merits of reaching out to underserved communities aside, the focus has been on maintaining funding for the institutions' core programs,'' said H.D. Palmer, a Schwarzenegger finance deputy.

I might buy that argument if the money were going to basic education in the poorest schools, but it won't. And even if it did, $85 million wouldn't be enough to fix what's wrong with underperforming schools in a state this large.

Instead of repeating vague promises about ending business and politics as usual, Gov. Schwarzenegger should be promising goals everybody can understand.

How about preparing every student who starts public school in California for a four-year college by his or her senior year of high school? Or for a vocation that pays a decent wage?

Mr. Governor, how about building a public school system that wouldn't need affirmative action or outreach programs, because every student, rich or poor, of any ethnicity, from any neighborhood, would receive an equally excellent education?

Funding reality

Here's one school reality the new governor must deal with: California ranks about 40th among states in per pupil spending, when adjusted for cost of living. We'll never bring statewide test scores, let alone academic achievement in the barrio or ghetto, up to par that way. But since we're in the promise-making business, how about putting California into the top ten states in academic achievement, with or without increased spending?

Now that's what I call a promise. But until it's delivered by this governor or the next one, helping promising minority students get ready for college is a good way to keep the idea of equal opportunity in higher education alive.

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by B.J. on 12/07/2003 03:07:00 PM 0 comments Print this post


Skwits

[Note: I will regret this post later]

FUCK !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Shitty ass FUCK that was. Its the type of fuck you'd find in a whiney ass bitches Britney "dickraising dickhopping" Spears-based blog. Hah. Man this is the extent of my troubles and it shouldn't even be a problem right ? No fuck you, it is a problem. But back to FUCK !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It won't ever explain the true essense of FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUCKKKKKKKKKKKK that I feel right now. GODFUCKING DAMNIT. It's more like SAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK FAWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWLK with my guts hanging out, bawling out loud to clear my throat, and my veins exploding like a shitty blue fountain pen. Maybe I'll feel better if I curse out God. God, you fucking suck, you shithead. Oops sorry if I blew your brains out Dusk Til Dawn style. But maybe thanks for the suffering, seriously. I know I'll feel better later that I got thru this, but right now I'm lost in all types of uncertainty that will fucking wallow up my insides and give me a fucking ulcer. There's no such thing as a slow death cause every fucking day I'm dying but I guess it ain't that bad compared to them neanderthals and bitches and fuck what the fuck am I saying. S UHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF EEEEEEEEEERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRINNNG Succotash.

Hey, fuck you.

Son of a fucking bitch, I am not getting an A in that motherfucking African Women class. I'll keep pushing, but fuuuuuuuuuuuuuckkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk, it's so fucking pointless cause the term papers are graded super subjectively anyway. FUUUCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCKKK. M o t h e r f u c k i n g bitch. BITCH BITCH BITCH. BITCH CHRIS, BCH Vs. Tyson Chandler. BITCH GETTING RAPED. RAPED as in gang banged. Orale motherfucker (and not white motherfucker, I mean white mothafucka, but I'm not even black so what the fuck am I saying there's no way to say motherfucker without sounding like a complete asshole, oh too late shit) K CUF CUF CUF. I hate the subject of African Women and the stupid ass whitey Feministas in that class that lose themselves in abstraction and stupidity even more stupidity. But goddamn would it be interesting to do one of them. FOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWAAAAAAAAAAAAAK DAAAAAAAYY LONGGGGGGG BITCH. H and Laroch ? I will fucking kick your jock.

Now what am I going to do about AYAAANTHRO 001 ?

WORLD, I FUCKING HATE YOU. GO AWAY AND VANISH.

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by B.J. on 12/06/2003 08:53:00 AM 0 comments Print this post


A Ponder

You know, the kid has seemed to be running up a hill with a bungee cord and pack attached to his back. Those are what you would call friends. Kid's been running hard to break free and tear away like a Wiberwachi, whatever that is. He broke free once, and now he's at it again. As free as a blonde-haired, blue eyed kid in Hanes briefs. . .in Neverland Ranch. Huhhhhhhhh.

Hrrrrmmmm, that said, what if the kid just cut all connections ? I don't mean cut as in faggot-ass hairstylist snip snip (don't mean to gay-bash either) or yellow wires to be cut with hello kitty safety scissors, but cut as in behead-throw the gauntlet of an axy bow down kablaam medieval style, dead, lights out bitch, never to be seen again, goodbye until the next awkward meeting where we reminisce over good times.

Kid's been surviving without em for so long, that it don't even matter anymore. FLY. A. WAY. NOW.

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by B.J. on 12/05/2003 08:35:00 AM 0 comments Print this post


CD Security

After downloading songs from Kazaa, I know that annoying shit is coming. That dreaded scratch sound that says "try again, sucka." And usually, I try and download something else that uses lower bandwith cause there's less likely to be some idiots who's copies have been secured and thus scratched up.

There are two advantages to winmx:

1) I don't really want to figure out how or why that happens on Kazaa, but I may have found a handy old solution in winmx. Yes, that older, slower thing. As of this moment I have yet to experience a scratched up song, after having downloaded Nelly - Shake Ya Tailfeather, Evanessence - My Immortal, and Blackstreet's - No Diggity, 3 songs that you could download on Kazaa and hear the power of that stupid scratch noise. 2) Winmx is still as user friendly as kazaa, and you're likely to find more obscure stuff there. For example, I found L.V.'s "Throw Your Hands Up" there on the first try whereas I never ended up with any results via Kazaa. So you'll able to find grungy grungy underground, underpopular stuff there.

However even though you'll find super grungy really unknown stuff on winmx, Kazaa is still more organized, reliable, and faster with the popular underground and lesser-known stuff like Ugly Duckling, Goapele, or Ben Harper because it draws upon a lot of sources and maybe the Kazaa users with that music are more informed and keep their stuff off CD security (Guessing). And I would think most adults' music is towards that lesser-known, underground taste. Winmx is merely an alternative for truly popular music.

Blah, I also don't want to get into the legal rammifications of downloading. I'll save that for when I have time.

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by B.J. on 12/04/2003 10:10:00 AM 0 comments Print this post


Why Basing Lives and Happiness on Materials Is Stupid And Why I Call Myself a Primate

Civilization is a limitless multiplication of unnecessary necessities - Mark Twain

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by B.J. on 12/03/2003 12:57:00 AM 0 comments Print this post


Introducing. . .

(Where its at like Beck, Kerry Wood, and Kerry Kittles: This is the the circle/oval of fire or if you want a lighter image, go picture an ivory heaven with fabric softner sheets of snuggle. This place is thumping via hard rock 70s with Queen squeezing the crap out of Another One Bites the Dust, We Will Rock You, Aerosmith telling me to Dream on like a big fat boisterous Brooklyn New York American named Lino who eats and runs a subway shop and never got interested in Eurasian politics, anthropology, ornithology (like Brooke the jean-skirted girl who was just asking to get banged) or the Chicago Bulls cause he used to like Broadway and all that crappy lil choir crap (maybe he was into church too) but that's goooooonnne like a 477 foot Sammy Sosa homerun bomb in Triple Play 2000. Either way, still dangerous (not fagoracious pants Michael Jackson dangerous) land for almost anyone to cross up and interpret. There's no tricks and giggles, but just plain old blood and guts thru grinding, crushing and crashing, not stabbing and shooting so throw those bitch-ass knives and guns away. If you do cross get ready for a cross check without a hockey stick with elbows, bones, and blood like my name was Bo Simmons and I was the dark bald guy in Varsity Whites, ahem I mean Blues. Here to stay to the very last sand grain of my fossil. You're not going to fuckin' move me cause I will poke you and stand my ground walking upright and straight and tall with a swagger like Jalen Rose even if you broke my legs which you probably could take out with one swift like a bastard-bessa hit. If you fuckin' try and bring your balls to this park against me, I will fucking slap 'em out with an NBA Street swipe. I call that "defense.")

Ya yo, what the fuck's going on ?

One moment in part. Then descrits. Glimpse to the pop at the Flippy pilippined out ehh . . . family gathering (nope no loose ugly bumping here, why the fuck did I bring that up I just hurt my head) Drinking wannabe uncles to the tears of their sweat, talking about sports any kind most especially that elitist bitch Chris sport tennis. Fasho, business as usual but p-o-p, pop ? He Alone. Not business Republican BrandonBMr.WachiSmith as usual. Like Raphy, Rammy's dad the wangineer (wan could stand for sad or the prefix to wandering engineer). Always like this ? The fuck, he's watching the kids. Same faces, same places ? Can't be wrong about that. Ha, hell yeah. People. . .But to reminisce over. . .he's an artist, what immi becomes an artist cause that's such an insecure way to score some buckos (buckos said in the way John Candy would have liked) left-handed too. . .friendly hah, but temper rises quicker than a slave's fever, fuse is like lightnining and kid can see it in his eyes though he doesn't see it much anymore. . .P-O-P still made it biotch (POP as in the pop the kid used to say when he was 4 in Chicago and thought nothing of it before he got brainwashed into pansy-ass "soda" or neutral, corpsoration-based "coke") enough for anything but everything. E L I M S
T E I U Q, quicktake-offkaboom. . .a flying wholly fuck. . .

Waddles cooking cleaning cooking cleaning cooking cooking cleaning, kid has lost track. And sometimes works. In that bumpy dumpy little south cent school. But still huggy and happy. : D Always excited ! Not Sahleeeeeeping ! : D Cooking cleaning cooking cleaning but still enough time for you. Grooming the wings like a primate with wi-ZZ-ings. ZZZZing ! Don't bump her, please, gas station asshole included. Cause kid really doesn't want to do something stupid to you like slash your face diagonally like tic tac toe with claws that only come out in rage. Not such a quick take-off, more gradual true n thru . . . : D. . .veeeeerrrrryyyyyyy preeeeeeetttttyyyyyy. . .bumpy bumpy flyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy

Tivities. Waddles and P-O-P see NBC. See Rodeoing. Tennis. Horse Racing. Drag Racing. Spy TV. Fear Factor. Dohg-eat-dohg. American Idle. Who Wants to Fuck My Geriatric and Bald Dad and What Old American Slut Wants A Ride on Him ? Kid wishes they wouldn't be so American, and thus be even way smarter and better than the average drunkie Filipino. Kid, Bumlers, plus waddles and P-O-P ne'er eat 2geth like it was old times always cause TV get in the way, but sha know, cha know, we know, so it be koo, like Dimacoo. . .movies cars, shits all cool yo, only onesss in the world. . .its cool. . .fuck you

And of course Bumlers doing jack crap. Lazy as usual. TV, Disney Channel, hey at least she's bold and enthusiastic about something. Observations in a syrupy happy voice. . .Ha Origami, now who da fuck does that. Butwhere are the sluts around her ? Why she almost always home ? Oh shit kiddies, she's almost the kid II. Giving her wings fasho too., : D Will bust neck, if returned besmirched. She's still getting nested cause this lil primate still isn't colored or hairy yet, her wings are still getting attached like suspenders to a hockey player's padded pant. . .

Family. Love Em. Thanks to them I grew wings and had the space to fly. Act 1 can motherfuckin' proceed now right ?

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by B.J. on 12/02/2003 10:47:00 AM 0 comments Print this post


How Do You Know When A Cover Song Ruins the Original ?

So in this quest I have begun to get all the music I can, I have looked far and beyond and seen such perfect circles and tools that I've become such an audioslave. It's preventing me from doing all this work and has me raging against this machine called the computer. Anyone got any cures ? Eh, I probably just need to use my frickin' common sense sometimes. Jeeze, I have finals, why can't I get it through my head that there are only a few days till I'll be miles away from this crap and be breaking for holliday ? Mos def initely have to get cracking on that h-work, but first this blog:

I've been downloading a lot of remixes/covers where classic songs are re-made and sometimes made cooler.

Not the case with this punk band called Rancid. I just started downloading their shit simply because I heard all about them and this annoying sour and pimply faced kid kept wearing stupid black Rancid shirts always listening to his CD player. And the first song I listened to was No Woman, No Cry. They completely destroyed No Woman, No Cry by Bob Marley. Bunch of stupid crapazoid shit.

So how did I know that it ruined Bob Marley ?

Anyone with half a brain (me, sometimes), can realize that No Woman, No Cry is a song of oppression. These fuckheads just dick around with the message squirting their nasty punk shit like ketchup over a bunch of dodger dogs. You can't hear anything the whole song, except no woman, no cry. And that produces the effect of promoting more idiotic punk kid intelligence to the level of "zipping your fly without getting your dick stuck" (a phrase borrowed from a funny guy named Maddox) How do I know this type of song produces the effect of more idiots ? Because it's annoying and only offers a lot of stupid ass kids yet another opportunity to be energized yet still grungy and mad for no reason (who the fuck says I'm angry all the time show your fuckin' face !).

Now I can sort of see how the classical guys can get mad with the trance guys with the trance guys remixing Mozart, etc. But I think Mozart's stuff is more open to interpretation, whereas Bob Marley's stuff has a more pointed message that would make it harder for such a genre like punk to remake respectfully.

So there you have it, a cover/remix song ruins the original when the message is completely changed.

 

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