HAIKU #123
There's a time and place
For poetry about dongs
But not on Christmas
#decorum
Thursday, December 25, 2014
Friday, December 19, 2014
Monday, December 15, 2014
I watched a movie over the weekend that I thought was surprisingly good. Then I saw online that it has gotten mostly really bad reviews. The reason, it seems, is that people don't understand what the movie is about. Without giving too much away, the movie in question is marketed as a typical Hollywood celebration of vengeance. But the actual movie is the opposite—a refreshing condemnation of it. I don't want to discuss the movie any further except to say it occurred to me that it would in fact seem like a bad movie if you didn't understand what the story was about.
Now let me repeat that thought, because I think it applies to much more than the occasional misunderstood movie. I think it often applies to life itself: It would seem like a bad movie if you didn't understand what the story was about.
Each of our lives tells a story. The thing is, more often than not it isn't the story we expect or the one we think we want. Given the choice, I think most of us would want our life to be a feel-good story of success and acceptance. We'd prefer a life that's relatively easy, productive, and fun. After all, that's what we see in the majority of popular TV shows and movies. And especially in ads.
But when you think about it, those aren't the best stories. The best, most rewarding stories are about overcoming obstacles and learning difficult lessons—often subtle, complex, counterintuitive ones. So when life seems like a bad movie, one we'd rather not watch, we should ask ourselves: What kind of story is this? What's it really about? When life fails to be the feel-good, lighthearted comedy or action movie we think we want, it could be that we're in the middle of a much better, far more rewarding story and we just don't understand it yet.
Now let me repeat that thought, because I think it applies to much more than the occasional misunderstood movie. I think it often applies to life itself: It would seem like a bad movie if you didn't understand what the story was about.
Each of our lives tells a story. The thing is, more often than not it isn't the story we expect or the one we think we want. Given the choice, I think most of us would want our life to be a feel-good story of success and acceptance. We'd prefer a life that's relatively easy, productive, and fun. After all, that's what we see in the majority of popular TV shows and movies. And especially in ads.
But when you think about it, those aren't the best stories. The best, most rewarding stories are about overcoming obstacles and learning difficult lessons—often subtle, complex, counterintuitive ones. So when life seems like a bad movie, one we'd rather not watch, we should ask ourselves: What kind of story is this? What's it really about? When life fails to be the feel-good, lighthearted comedy or action movie we think we want, it could be that we're in the middle of a much better, far more rewarding story and we just don't understand it yet.
Thursday, December 11, 2014
FANCY
You see their fancy things
Their fancy clothes and art
But they don't have your character
They don't have your strength of heart
You hear their fancy words
The fanciest you'll find
But they don't have your clarity
They don't have your peace of mind
You smell their fancy meals
Each fancy plate and bowl
But they don't have your elegance
They don't have your gentle soul
They see your simple ways
They feel your simple glow
But under all their fanciness
They don't have the wealth you know
You see their fancy things
Their fancy clothes and art
But they don't have your character
They don't have your strength of heart
You hear their fancy words
The fanciest you'll find
But they don't have your clarity
They don't have your peace of mind
You smell their fancy meals
Each fancy plate and bowl
But they don't have your elegance
They don't have your gentle soul
They see your simple ways
They feel your simple glow
But under all their fanciness
They don't have the wealth you know
Saturday, December 6, 2014
STEADFAST
Once together
Once apart
Nothing changes
From the start
We just see another part
Of this winding road
Now together
Once apart
Far too eager
To be smart
In a moment we'll depart
From this episode
Once together
Now apart
We outgrew
Each other's art
I don't recognize your heart
Your feelings erode
Now together
Now apart
Till the ending
From the start
We just write another part
Of our steadfast code
Once together
Once apart
Nothing changes
From the start
We just see another part
Of this winding road
Now together
Once apart
Far too eager
To be smart
In a moment we'll depart
From this episode
Once together
Now apart
We outgrew
Each other's art
I don't recognize your heart
Your feelings erode
Now together
Now apart
Till the ending
From the start
We just write another part
Of our steadfast code
Monday, December 1, 2014
Wednesday, November 26, 2014
Monday, November 24, 2014
Friday, November 21, 2014
Tuesday, November 11, 2014
Friday, October 24, 2014
Monday, October 20, 2014
Thursday, October 16, 2014
WORLDS
We occupy worlds
Because they are there
We hope that each world
Has something to share
We occupy worlds
Each chance that we get
And dream of the worlds
We haven't seen yet
We occupy worlds
It's what we do best
We soak up each culture
Then on to the rest!
We occupy worlds
And always want more
Because we grow restless
Unless we explore
We occupy worlds
With wonder and awe
Forgetting those others
We already saw
We occupy worlds
Until we go numb
And cannot remember
Which world we're from
We occupy worlds
Because they are there
We hope that each world
Has something to share
We occupy worlds
Each chance that we get
And dream of the worlds
We haven't seen yet
We occupy worlds
It's what we do best
We soak up each culture
Then on to the rest!
We occupy worlds
And always want more
Because we grow restless
Unless we explore
We occupy worlds
With wonder and awe
Forgetting those others
We already saw
We occupy worlds
Until we go numb
And cannot remember
Which world we're from
Wednesday, October 15, 2014
Saturday, October 11, 2014
Friday, October 10, 2014
Wednesday, October 8, 2014
Tuesday, September 30, 2014
Friday, September 26, 2014
LOSING YOU
I can't find myself
I can't find myself
I can't find myself
I'm too busy finding you
I can't feel myself
I can't feel myself
I can't feel myself
I'm too busy feeling you
I can't love myself
I can't love myself
I can't love myself
I'm too busy loving you
I can't help myself
I can't help myself
I can't help myself
I'm too busy helping you
I can't hate myself
I can't hate myself
I can't hate myself
I'm too busy hating you
I can't lose myself
I can't lose myself
I can't lose myself
I'm too busy losing you
I can't find myself
I can't find myself
I can't find myself
I'm too busy finding you
I can't feel myself
I can't feel myself
I can't feel myself
I'm too busy feeling you
I can't love myself
I can't love myself
I can't love myself
I'm too busy loving you
I can't help myself
I can't help myself
I can't help myself
I'm too busy helping you
I can't hate myself
I can't hate myself
I can't hate myself
I'm too busy hating you
I can't lose myself
I can't lose myself
I can't lose myself
I'm too busy losing you
Thursday, September 25, 2014
Tuesday, September 23, 2014
Friday, September 19, 2014
Wednesday, September 17, 2014
Tuesday, September 16, 2014
Monday, September 15, 2014
EVEN TONIGHT
Think we're all
Gonna come down
With cabin fever
By tomorrow...
Even tonight
Hope somehow
We'll find courage
By then to deal with
All our sorrow...
Even tonight
If we try
We'll uncover
The wondrous creatures
We still are though...
Even tonight
We'll break free
Of our shackles
And slay our demons...
We can all get
Even tonight
Think we're all
Gonna come down
With cabin fever
By tomorrow...
Even tonight
Hope somehow
We'll find courage
By then to deal with
All our sorrow...
Even tonight
If we try
We'll uncover
The wondrous creatures
We still are though...
Even tonight
We'll break free
Of our shackles
And slay our demons...
We can all get
Even tonight
Saturday, September 13, 2014
Sunday, August 31, 2014
Friday, August 29, 2014
ALL SAY
All say what you want to be
It's all for you
It's all for me
All say what you want to try
It's all the truth
It's all a lie
All say what you want to see
We all dissent
We all agree
All say that you want to die
It's understood
We answer "Why?"
All say where you want to go
It's all for real
It's all a show
All say what you want to do
It's insincere
I promise you
All say what you ought to know
I'm modest and
I told you so
All say where to rendezvous
We'll meet again
You'll know it's "Who?"
All say what you want to be
It's all for you
It's all for me
All say what you want to try
It's all the truth
It's all a lie
All say what you want to see
We all dissent
We all agree
All say that you want to die
It's understood
We answer "Why?"
All say where you want to go
It's all for real
It's all a show
All say what you want to do
It's insincere
I promise you
All say what you ought to know
I'm modest and
I told you so
All say where to rendezvous
We'll meet again
You'll know it's "Who?"
Tuesday, August 26, 2014
Sunday, August 24, 2014
ENDORSEMENT 12
I try to only swear once per day. And most days I don't swear at all. Unless I get the opportunity to use Reddi Wip. In which case I rip off my snowsuit and scream like a maniac: "REDDI WIP?! FUUUCK YEAH!!" Then I start crying and spraying it everywhere. Usually this happens in art museums full of small children.
Reddi Wip. Most days I don't swear at all.
I try to only swear once per day. And most days I don't swear at all. Unless I get the opportunity to use Reddi Wip. In which case I rip off my snowsuit and scream like a maniac: "REDDI WIP?! FUUUCK YEAH!!" Then I start crying and spraying it everywhere. Usually this happens in art museums full of small children.
Reddi Wip. Most days I don't swear at all.
Tuesday, August 19, 2014
Thursday, August 7, 2014
Thursday, July 31, 2014
Sunday, July 27, 2014
LYING TO A GENIUS
We're but children filled with want
Lost in our illusions
Chasing shadows never caught
Drawn to false conclusions
Anchored in a fantasy
Seasons change before us
Drones awaiting solo verse
Muffled by the chorus
Desperate to impress the horde
Only one shall see us
We're transparent to ourselves
Lying to a genius
We're but children filled with want
Lost in our illusions
Chasing shadows never caught
Drawn to false conclusions
Anchored in a fantasy
Seasons change before us
Drones awaiting solo verse
Muffled by the chorus
Desperate to impress the horde
Only one shall see us
We're transparent to ourselves
Lying to a genius
Saturday, July 26, 2014
Thursday, July 24, 2014
Monday, July 21, 2014
TYCOON
How does a train split up?
And make all the stops?
On multiple tracks?
How can one car set out?
Then many appear?
But just one returns?
The public is puzzled
And glued to the news
For clues they won't find
Reporters keep prodding
The pundits are stumped
All scratching their heads
The engineers give up
They're merely decoys
The secret is safe
Alone in its chamber
A mile above Earth
The tycoon lays eggs
How does a train split up?
And make all the stops?
On multiple tracks?
How can one car set out?
Then many appear?
But just one returns?
The public is puzzled
And glued to the news
For clues they won't find
Reporters keep prodding
The pundits are stumped
All scratching their heads
The engineers give up
They're merely decoys
The secret is safe
Alone in its chamber
A mile above Earth
The tycoon lays eggs
Sunday, July 20, 2014
Friday, July 18, 2014
Wednesday, July 16, 2014
Monday, July 7, 2014
Saturday, July 5, 2014
Wednesday, July 2, 2014
Tuesday, July 1, 2014
Monday, June 30, 2014
Saturday, June 28, 2014
Thursday, June 26, 2014
Wednesday, June 25, 2014
Wednesday, June 18, 2014
ENDORSEMENT 11
Hey there, honey. Obviously it's me. I know this is like the fifth video I've sent you today, but I don't know how else to reach you since you moved into the backyard and changed all the access combinations on our treehouse. Look, sweetheart, every marriage has its rough patches, but that doesn't mean you have to continue sleeping in the backyard like all the other unhappy housewives in this neighborhood. You've made your statement loud and clear, so why not come inside for a nice cup of Folgers Coffee and see if we can just put this whole mess behind us where it belongs? You may have noticed I'm even playing that Annie Lennox song you like. Enough is enough already. I love you. Let's make up.
Folgers Coffee. Come in from the backyard.
Hey there, honey. Obviously it's me. I know this is like the fifth video I've sent you today, but I don't know how else to reach you since you moved into the backyard and changed all the access combinations on our treehouse. Look, sweetheart, every marriage has its rough patches, but that doesn't mean you have to continue sleeping in the backyard like all the other unhappy housewives in this neighborhood. You've made your statement loud and clear, so why not come inside for a nice cup of Folgers Coffee and see if we can just put this whole mess behind us where it belongs? You may have noticed I'm even playing that Annie Lennox song you like. Enough is enough already. I love you. Let's make up.
Folgers Coffee. Come in from the backyard.
Friday, June 13, 2014
Wednesday, June 11, 2014
RED BULL GIVES YOU WINGS
I drink Red Bull
Till I wake up
Till I'm energized
I drink Red Bull
Till I'm giddy
Till my body shakes
I drink Red Bull
Till my gums itch
Till my teeth come loose
I drink Red Bull
Till my face swells
Till my lips fall off
I drink Red Bull
Till my head morphs
Till I grow a beak
I drink Red Bull
Till my skin crawls
Till my feathers sprout
I drink Red Bull
Till my legs shrink
Till I form a tail
I drink Red Bull
Till my arms hurt
Till they turn to wings
I drink Red Bull
Till I panic
Till I fly away
I drink Red Bull
Till I'm soaring
Till I see the world
I drink Red Bull
Till I'm homesick
Till I've flown too far
I drink Red Bull
Till I'm puzzled
Till I lose my way
I drink Red Bull
Till I'm stranded
Till I'm all alone
I drink Red Bull
Till I'm idle
Till my mind decays
I drink Red Bull
Till I'm restless
Till I'm paranoid
I drink Red Bull
Till I'm crazy
Till I'm not myself
I drink Red Bull
Till I'm screaming
Till I make no sense
I drink Red Bull
Till I'm hopeless
Till I'm truly lost
I drink Red Bull
Till I'm rescued
Till I've made new friends
I drink Red Bull
With some pirates
I'm their parrot now
I drink Red Bull
Till I wake up
Till I'm energized
I drink Red Bull
Till I'm giddy
Till my body shakes
I drink Red Bull
Till my gums itch
Till my teeth come loose
I drink Red Bull
Till my face swells
Till my lips fall off
I drink Red Bull
Till my head morphs
Till I grow a beak
I drink Red Bull
Till my skin crawls
Till my feathers sprout
I drink Red Bull
Till my legs shrink
Till I form a tail
I drink Red Bull
Till my arms hurt
Till they turn to wings
I drink Red Bull
Till I panic
Till I fly away
I drink Red Bull
Till I'm soaring
Till I see the world
I drink Red Bull
Till I'm homesick
Till I've flown too far
I drink Red Bull
Till I'm puzzled
Till I lose my way
I drink Red Bull
Till I'm stranded
Till I'm all alone
I drink Red Bull
Till I'm idle
Till my mind decays
I drink Red Bull
Till I'm restless
Till I'm paranoid
I drink Red Bull
Till I'm crazy
Till I'm not myself
I drink Red Bull
Till I'm screaming
Till I make no sense
I drink Red Bull
Till I'm hopeless
Till I'm truly lost
I drink Red Bull
Till I'm rescued
Till I've made new friends
I drink Red Bull
With some pirates
I'm their parrot now
Monday, June 9, 2014
Wednesday, May 28, 2014
Tuesday, May 20, 2014
Monday, May 12, 2014
Sunday, May 11, 2014
Wednesday, May 7, 2014
Tuesday, May 6, 2014
I read recently that the Norwegian title for Die Hard is "Action Skyscraper" and the Polish title for The Terminator is "Electronic Murderer." This makes me wish all my favorite 80s movies had different titles like "Rival Composers," "Fantasy Maze," and "Time Car." Now if you'll excuse me, I'm gonna go make some popcorn and watch that John Hughes classic, "Confident Teenager."
Friday, May 2, 2014
Thursday, May 1, 2014
BANQUET
One by one the guests arrive
To this cheap and gaudy dive
Most of them will not survive
They've come here for the banquet
Shamelessly they scan the room
Drawn to that which they'll consume
Unbeknownst to them a tomb
Awaits them at the banquet
Boastfully they chat and dine
Getting drunk off too much wine
Soon enough they shall be mine
Befitting for the banquet
Fattened up without a thought
They've ignored the words He taught
Forfeiting what can't be bought
Their souls to serve the banquet
Out of breath they hit the floor
Gasping for the exit door
That's not what they bargained for
They'll stay to be the banquet
One by one my guests arrive
Through man's sinfulness we thrive
Demons that eat man alive
We feast upon the banquet
One by one the guests arrive
To this cheap and gaudy dive
Most of them will not survive
They've come here for the banquet
Shamelessly they scan the room
Drawn to that which they'll consume
Unbeknownst to them a tomb
Awaits them at the banquet
Boastfully they chat and dine
Getting drunk off too much wine
Soon enough they shall be mine
Befitting for the banquet
Fattened up without a thought
They've ignored the words He taught
Forfeiting what can't be bought
Their souls to serve the banquet
Out of breath they hit the floor
Gasping for the exit door
That's not what they bargained for
They'll stay to be the banquet
One by one my guests arrive
Through man's sinfulness we thrive
Demons that eat man alive
We feast upon the banquet
Wednesday, April 30, 2014
Tuesday, April 29, 2014
Monday, April 28, 2014
Friday, April 25, 2014
Thursday, April 24, 2014
In today's hyperconnected world with all its distractions, I fear it's not just our playlists but our minds that are on Shuffle.
A person's day—and a person's life—should be fueled by all the thought, intention, and inspiration that go into a great album. The kind you listen to again and again. Instead we're too often adopting the mindset of mainstream radio DJs: bouncing from one thing to the next, hoping to amuse, to stimulate, to kill time without leaving ourselves anything of much substance to ponder or push us to greater heights.
Sure, we sometimes stumble upon something of value, but how often do we bother to internalize these things and take them with us, giving them the time which truly valuable things require to burrow beneath the surface and affect us—to really change us—in a long-lasting and positive way?
It seems to me that a well-lived life has a kind of cumulative quality to it. It is constructed through the process of not just finding good things, but embracing them, examining them and revisiting their goodness regularly while building upon that goodness with ever-more-advanced, ever-more-elusive and nuanced sources of goodness which require the integrity of the previously-embraced goodness to hold them in place, to serve as their foundation.
In this sense, a well-lived life can be thought of as a castle. It is built up and made strong not with rocks, but with all the good things we have the discipline and foresight to carry with us and rediscover with greater depth throughout the years. These are the things that will enhance and fortify our lives—and even themselves and each other—in extraordinary and unforeseen ways if only we allow them the necessary time and breathing room to do so.
But instead of building castles we're skipping stones. Instead of cherishing what's good and patiently learning to unlock all of its hidden and mysterious possibilities, we merely applaud good things for the briefest of moments before tossing them aside to wander off aimlessly on our merry, multitasking way.
When in the presence of something truly good, we should pause and say, "This is good. What can I do with it?" Instead we say, "That was good. What else is there?"
A person's day—and a person's life—should be fueled by all the thought, intention, and inspiration that go into a great album. The kind you listen to again and again. Instead we're too often adopting the mindset of mainstream radio DJs: bouncing from one thing to the next, hoping to amuse, to stimulate, to kill time without leaving ourselves anything of much substance to ponder or push us to greater heights.
Sure, we sometimes stumble upon something of value, but how often do we bother to internalize these things and take them with us, giving them the time which truly valuable things require to burrow beneath the surface and affect us—to really change us—in a long-lasting and positive way?
It seems to me that a well-lived life has a kind of cumulative quality to it. It is constructed through the process of not just finding good things, but embracing them, examining them and revisiting their goodness regularly while building upon that goodness with ever-more-advanced, ever-more-elusive and nuanced sources of goodness which require the integrity of the previously-embraced goodness to hold them in place, to serve as their foundation.
In this sense, a well-lived life can be thought of as a castle. It is built up and made strong not with rocks, but with all the good things we have the discipline and foresight to carry with us and rediscover with greater depth throughout the years. These are the things that will enhance and fortify our lives—and even themselves and each other—in extraordinary and unforeseen ways if only we allow them the necessary time and breathing room to do so.
But instead of building castles we're skipping stones. Instead of cherishing what's good and patiently learning to unlock all of its hidden and mysterious possibilities, we merely applaud good things for the briefest of moments before tossing them aside to wander off aimlessly on our merry, multitasking way.
When in the presence of something truly good, we should pause and say, "This is good. What can I do with it?" Instead we say, "That was good. What else is there?"
Wednesday, April 23, 2014
Tuesday, April 22, 2014
Sunday, April 20, 2014
Saturday, April 19, 2014
ENDORSEMENT 10
Hello. My name is German Hezzelneck. I am dance star. Biggest in world. And when I not dancing, I like chew on Peanut and Pretzel M&M. I mix together. Is good. And I no gain the weight because I make so much dancing. Whole world in love with universal language of dancing? Okay. Whole world in love with Peanut and Pretzel M&M? Wow! Truly I am grateful.
Peanut and Pretzel M&M. Is good.
Hello. My name is German Hezzelneck. I am dance star. Biggest in world. And when I not dancing, I like chew on Peanut and Pretzel M&M. I mix together. Is good. And I no gain the weight because I make so much dancing. Whole world in love with universal language of dancing? Okay. Whole world in love with Peanut and Pretzel M&M? Wow! Truly I am grateful.
Peanut and Pretzel M&M. Is good.
Sunday, April 13, 2014
Saturday, April 12, 2014
Friday, April 11, 2014
ENDORSEMENT 9
Howdy. I'm a cowboy. If you don't believe me, just measure my hat or smell my horse. Nope, you can't fake a cowboy. I'm a true American original. Just like Gold Peak Tea. With its home-brewed taste and mountain-quality freshness, Gold Peak Tea is about as American as a bald eagle playing baseball with an apple pie. And that's almost as American as a cowboy.
Gold Peak Tea. A true American original.
Howdy. I'm a cowboy. If you don't believe me, just measure my hat or smell my horse. Nope, you can't fake a cowboy. I'm a true American original. Just like Gold Peak Tea. With its home-brewed taste and mountain-quality freshness, Gold Peak Tea is about as American as a bald eagle playing baseball with an apple pie. And that's almost as American as a cowboy.
Gold Peak Tea. A true American original.
Thursday, April 10, 2014
Monday, April 7, 2014
Sunday, April 6, 2014
Thursday, April 3, 2014
Wednesday, April 2, 2014
Sunday, March 30, 2014
Thursday, March 27, 2014
TOWER
They locked me in this tower
To think about my crimes
The tower has a story
I've heard it lots of times
They say when people come here
It plays upon their nerves
That every man who stays here
Will get what he deserves
For me it was a cellmate
In noticeable pain
Who claimed his former cellmate
Had driven him insane
He said this other person
Provoked him day and night
Berating him with insults
And forcing him to fight
I said he could relax now
And set aside those fears
I found some toilet paper
To wipe away his tears
He smiled and said the last man
Was not at all like me
Just then the tower guards came
And said we both were free
My cellmate left before me
Embracing our new fate
I stopped to ask the guards first
About his last cellmate
I asked why such behavior
Was something they'd condone
They said until I came here
My cellmate was alone
They said he'd been a tyrant
Before his time inside
The tower caused his madness
And took away his pride
Through me he learned compassion
The power that it had
My crime had been self-hatred
I learned I'm not so bad
They locked me in this tower
To think about my crimes
The tower has a story
I've heard it lots of times
They say when people come here
It plays upon their nerves
That every man who stays here
Will get what he deserves
For me it was a cellmate
In noticeable pain
Who claimed his former cellmate
Had driven him insane
He said this other person
Provoked him day and night
Berating him with insults
And forcing him to fight
I said he could relax now
And set aside those fears
I found some toilet paper
To wipe away his tears
He smiled and said the last man
Was not at all like me
Just then the tower guards came
And said we both were free
My cellmate left before me
Embracing our new fate
I stopped to ask the guards first
About his last cellmate
I asked why such behavior
Was something they'd condone
They said until I came here
My cellmate was alone
They said he'd been a tyrant
Before his time inside
The tower caused his madness
And took away his pride
Through me he learned compassion
The power that it had
My crime had been self-hatred
I learned I'm not so bad
Tuesday, March 25, 2014
Sunday, March 23, 2014
Saturday, March 22, 2014
ENDORSEMENT 8
Hi. My name is Marco H. Marco. I design high-end women's footwear. And, as you can see, I live on an island. Sure, my lifestyle is lavish and I'm very blessed, but there's one thing I love more than all the runways, mansions, and helicopters combined. And that one thing is Fresca. With its original citrus taste, not to mention zero sugars and caffeine, Fresca is about as smooth and refreshing as a new pair of Marcos on some finely-pedicured Brazilian feet. And that, my beautiful friends, spells "luxury."
Fresca. The sparkling taste... of luxury.
Hi. My name is Marco H. Marco. I design high-end women's footwear. And, as you can see, I live on an island. Sure, my lifestyle is lavish and I'm very blessed, but there's one thing I love more than all the runways, mansions, and helicopters combined. And that one thing is Fresca. With its original citrus taste, not to mention zero sugars and caffeine, Fresca is about as smooth and refreshing as a new pair of Marcos on some finely-pedicured Brazilian feet. And that, my beautiful friends, spells "luxury."
Fresca. The sparkling taste... of luxury.
Friday, March 21, 2014
Thursday, March 20, 2014
SPORTS ILLUSTRATED INTERVIEW - PREVIEW #1
"How do I get open? I don't know. I've been playin' this game for eighteen years now, and I have no idea how I get open. I'm an athlete. It's my job to do things, not to understand things. If you want somebody who understands things, hire a scientist. Or a librarian. Hire a mechanical engineer for all I care. But I never seen no mechanical engineer get open the way I can. If you ask me, mechanical engineers are ruinin' the game. And that's sayin' a lot, because I don't even know what a mechanical engineer do. Plus I got this new rap song comin' out with Shaq."
"How do I get open? I don't know. I've been playin' this game for eighteen years now, and I have no idea how I get open. I'm an athlete. It's my job to do things, not to understand things. If you want somebody who understands things, hire a scientist. Or a librarian. Hire a mechanical engineer for all I care. But I never seen no mechanical engineer get open the way I can. If you ask me, mechanical engineers are ruinin' the game. And that's sayin' a lot, because I don't even know what a mechanical engineer do. Plus I got this new rap song comin' out with Shaq."
Wednesday, March 19, 2014
Tuesday, March 18, 2014
Sunday, March 16, 2014
Saturday, March 15, 2014
ENDORSEMENT 7
Look, I'ma be honest with you cats. I mean, I don't normally do this, right? I mean, I'm a convicted felon, okay? I steal racing cars, ya dig? But okay, check it: Simply Apple juice is simply delicious. It's pure pressed and not from concentrate. I mean, you didn't hear it from me, but it's basically like having an apple orchard in a bottle, yo. And that's straight-up truth, fam. I mean, I'm out on parole so I ain't takin' no chances. Hold up—I'm about to steal me a racing car.
Simply Apple. Pure pressed, not from concentrate.
Look, I'ma be honest with you cats. I mean, I don't normally do this, right? I mean, I'm a convicted felon, okay? I steal racing cars, ya dig? But okay, check it: Simply Apple juice is simply delicious. It's pure pressed and not from concentrate. I mean, you didn't hear it from me, but it's basically like having an apple orchard in a bottle, yo. And that's straight-up truth, fam. I mean, I'm out on parole so I ain't takin' no chances. Hold up—I'm about to steal me a racing car.
Simply Apple. Pure pressed, not from concentrate.
Friday, March 14, 2014
Wednesday, March 12, 2014
MUSIC MAKES ME DANCING!
English is no my first words
But this musics are absurds!
In right ways I feels and moves
On dance floor with none to proves
With drink I become invince
Give to U.S.A. a prince!
Dope is me! Such fresh and clean!
Till make puke on brand new jean
Friends to keep explore the night
Pussy girls get me excite!
We'll do sex and romancing!
Music makes me dancing!
English is no my first words
But this musics are absurds!
In right ways I feels and moves
On dance floor with none to proves
With drink I become invince
Give to U.S.A. a prince!
Dope is me! Such fresh and clean!
Till make puke on brand new jean
Friends to keep explore the night
Pussy girls get me excite!
We'll do sex and romancing!
Music makes me dancing!
Tuesday, March 11, 2014
Thursday, March 6, 2014
We tend to think of giving in to temptation as an action we perform—the default is that we do nothing; the action is that we give in. But this is incorrect. When we feel tempted, the mechanism is already in place; the force is already acting upon us. When we give in to temptation, we are no more performing an action than a stone performs an action by falling when the ground gives way beneath it. By giving in to temptation, we exercise no more power of choice than does the falling stone.
Giving in to temptation is the actual default—in doing so we merely submit and are slaves. Resisting temptation is the real action—it is how we exercise our power of choice, how we break our shackles and become truly free.
Giving in to temptation is the actual default—in doing so we merely submit and are slaves. Resisting temptation is the real action—it is how we exercise our power of choice, how we break our shackles and become truly free.
Wednesday, March 5, 2014
Tuesday, March 4, 2014
Sunday, March 2, 2014
Saturday, March 1, 2014
Friday, February 28, 2014
Wednesday, February 26, 2014
Tuesday, February 25, 2014
ENDORSEMENT 6
Hi. I'm a teenager. And between school, sports, and my girlfriend Linda—Hey Linda!—it can get pretty exhausting. That's why I try to nap whenever I can. I usually only have time for one nap a week, so as much as possible I try to nap on Wednesday. It's pretty much in the middle of the week, and that just sorta makes sense. I don't know. Shut up! I'm horny.
Wednesday. A good day to take a nap.
Hi. I'm a teenager. And between school, sports, and my girlfriend Linda—Hey Linda!—it can get pretty exhausting. That's why I try to nap whenever I can. I usually only have time for one nap a week, so as much as possible I try to nap on Wednesday. It's pretty much in the middle of the week, and that just sorta makes sense. I don't know. Shut up! I'm horny.
Wednesday. A good day to take a nap.
Monday, February 24, 2014
Saturday, February 22, 2014
ROLLING STONE INTERVIEW - PREVIEW #1
"I had a gas station sandwich yesterday, for example, so today I'm going to a grocery store proper, or perhaps a restaurant. After all, I wouldn't want to turn around to discover I've become some sort of gas station boy, would I? I don't want to be gawked at as a marvel of gas station science. After advancing so far in this industry, I'd hate to become detached as some exemplar of gas station nutrition. I may never know what I do want, but that's something I try very hard not to want. There are several songs about that on the new record."
"I had a gas station sandwich yesterday, for example, so today I'm going to a grocery store proper, or perhaps a restaurant. After all, I wouldn't want to turn around to discover I've become some sort of gas station boy, would I? I don't want to be gawked at as a marvel of gas station science. After advancing so far in this industry, I'd hate to become detached as some exemplar of gas station nutrition. I may never know what I do want, but that's something I try very hard not to want. There are several songs about that on the new record."
Friday, February 21, 2014
GOOD GRADES AREN'T WORTH IT
There was a young boy who had trouble with school
He wasn't the brightest nor was he a fool
Sometimes he would study, but never too hard
He dreaded the day of his next report card
He feared all the things that his parents would say
When they learned his grades were far less than okay
He dreamed up ideas to strengthen his grades
And asked for assistance from his teacher's aids
The first teacher's aid was a girl named Gladice
But she couldn't help 'cause she had piano practice
The second aid was a smart girl named Heather
But she couldn't help 'cause her mom wouldn't let her
The third aid he tried was a big kid named Kirk
But Kirk wouldn't help him 'cause Kirk was a jerk
The last teacher's aid was a hot girl named Lizzy
But she wouldn't help because she was too busy
The boy thought to ask for some help from his buddies
But they were no better than he in their studies
He finally called up his drug-addled teacher
And emailed her too but he just couldn't reach her
The boy got frustrated and smashed up his phone
He said, "This is bullshit! I'll study alone!"
He had been abandoned in his time of need
The only thing left was to sit down and read
He opened a textbook and started to cram
But then slammed the book shut with one mighty slam
"I've got to believe there's an easier way!"
The boy shouted, "I'd sell my soul for an A!"
So wasting no time the boy pulled out his tablet
And went to a few porno sites out of habit
But soon as he finished his shame-filled delay
He put up his soul for auction on eBay
"If this works then I'll get the grades I deserve!"
It seemed like a pretty good plan for the perv
"I'll finally shut up my teacher and 'rents!"
His starting bid price was just ninety-nine cents
"Now I'll fuck shit up till this soul auction ends"
He stole a new phone and he called up his friends
He said, "Let's go play 'cause I don't need to study!
I'd rather get hookers and pound that shit bloody!"
"That sounds like a plan!" his friends said, "How exciting!
A dumb bloody hooker is always inviting!"
And so the boys played till a dumpster was needed
And while they played rough, the soul auction proceeded
The auction went on for another six days
By that time the boy straight-up fiended for A's
He logged on to eBay to check the high bid
To find out if his soul had sold, and it did!
He was so relieved that the auction was done
But lost his shit when he found out who had won
"Oh fuck! What the shit!" he shouted, "How'd HE win?
My soul sold for ninety-nine cents to Satan!"
"How'd this dog shit happen? I'm such a retard!
This fate is far worse than a bad report card!"
The boy stole a crack pipe and smoked himself sick
And out of sheer soullessness cut off his dick
The boy would now make the All 'A' Honor Roll
But he'd do that shit with no dick and no soul
And while he'd no longer have trouble with school
The dickless and soulless boy felt like a fool
He knew when his life was done he'd burn forever
It turned out his little plan wasn't so clever
I'll bet the boy wishes he'd never been born
'Cause good grades aren't worth it - I'm stickin' to porn
There was a young boy who had trouble with school
He wasn't the brightest nor was he a fool
Sometimes he would study, but never too hard
He dreaded the day of his next report card
He feared all the things that his parents would say
When they learned his grades were far less than okay
He dreamed up ideas to strengthen his grades
And asked for assistance from his teacher's aids
The first teacher's aid was a girl named Gladice
But she couldn't help 'cause she had piano practice
The second aid was a smart girl named Heather
But she couldn't help 'cause her mom wouldn't let her
The third aid he tried was a big kid named Kirk
But Kirk wouldn't help him 'cause Kirk was a jerk
The last teacher's aid was a hot girl named Lizzy
But she wouldn't help because she was too busy
The boy thought to ask for some help from his buddies
But they were no better than he in their studies
He finally called up his drug-addled teacher
And emailed her too but he just couldn't reach her
The boy got frustrated and smashed up his phone
He said, "This is bullshit! I'll study alone!"
He had been abandoned in his time of need
The only thing left was to sit down and read
He opened a textbook and started to cram
But then slammed the book shut with one mighty slam
"I've got to believe there's an easier way!"
The boy shouted, "I'd sell my soul for an A!"
So wasting no time the boy pulled out his tablet
And went to a few porno sites out of habit
But soon as he finished his shame-filled delay
He put up his soul for auction on eBay
"If this works then I'll get the grades I deserve!"
It seemed like a pretty good plan for the perv
"I'll finally shut up my teacher and 'rents!"
His starting bid price was just ninety-nine cents
"Now I'll fuck shit up till this soul auction ends"
He stole a new phone and he called up his friends
He said, "Let's go play 'cause I don't need to study!
I'd rather get hookers and pound that shit bloody!"
"That sounds like a plan!" his friends said, "How exciting!
A dumb bloody hooker is always inviting!"
And so the boys played till a dumpster was needed
And while they played rough, the soul auction proceeded
The auction went on for another six days
By that time the boy straight-up fiended for A's
He logged on to eBay to check the high bid
To find out if his soul had sold, and it did!
He was so relieved that the auction was done
But lost his shit when he found out who had won
"Oh fuck! What the shit!" he shouted, "How'd HE win?
My soul sold for ninety-nine cents to Satan!"
"How'd this dog shit happen? I'm such a retard!
This fate is far worse than a bad report card!"
The boy stole a crack pipe and smoked himself sick
And out of sheer soullessness cut off his dick
The boy would now make the All 'A' Honor Roll
But he'd do that shit with no dick and no soul
And while he'd no longer have trouble with school
The dickless and soulless boy felt like a fool
He knew when his life was done he'd burn forever
It turned out his little plan wasn't so clever
I'll bet the boy wishes he'd never been born
'Cause good grades aren't worth it - I'm stickin' to porn
Wednesday, February 19, 2014
Monday, February 17, 2014
Saturday, February 15, 2014
PAJAMA PANTS
When people get married they wear pajama pants
They find them in the formal wear section
With pastel stripes and plaid cargo pockets
They tuck the pants into their shoes
On their honeymoons they migrate to tall buildings
With elevator cars hung from rope
The buildings are unsafe and nearly fall over
All the gray floors look the same
When couples have babies they do it in boxes
Small wooden boxes soaked with rain
The boxes get sealed and shipped to the circus
That's where children grow up
When I get married I'm wearing a cape
The black winter sky will be glowing
Along with my bride I'll escape with a gift
The first human not born on Earth
When people get married they wear pajama pants
They find them in the formal wear section
With pastel stripes and plaid cargo pockets
They tuck the pants into their shoes
On their honeymoons they migrate to tall buildings
With elevator cars hung from rope
The buildings are unsafe and nearly fall over
All the gray floors look the same
When couples have babies they do it in boxes
Small wooden boxes soaked with rain
The boxes get sealed and shipped to the circus
That's where children grow up
When I get married I'm wearing a cape
The black winter sky will be glowing
Along with my bride I'll escape with a gift
The first human not born on Earth
Friday, February 14, 2014
Wednesday, February 12, 2014
Tuesday, February 11, 2014
Monday, February 10, 2014
REINCARNATION
Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen!
I won't keep you in here all night
The experts have said people live more than once
My research has proven they're right!
As you can see, I've brought my work with me
Please pardon the mess of it all
I hadn't assumed I would need all this chalk
Or that my computers would stall
I'll need to keep working here while I speak
It's all number crunching by now
We'll soon catch a glimpse of the greatest of views
That nature and science allow!
The general premise behind my work
Is that human bodies have souls
I've verified this much through numerous tests
With experimental controls
I've also established that souls live on
Long after their host bodies die
The overall number of souls remains fixed
While bodies themselves multiply
There haven't been new souls in quite some time
It's unclear exactly since when
But certain that souls move from host to new host
I've witnessed it time and again!
A soul joins each body from birth to death
For one human life they're a pair
That soul will then find an unoccupied host
Regardless of who, when, or where
My theories on space-time come into play
The previous models are wrong
I'll get to those details when we have more time
For now let's keep moving along
This current equation concerns our souls
Their number to be more precise
I'm trying to pinpoint how many there are
It's crashed my computers now twice!
Throughout the existence of humankind
Including all future and past
A countable number of lives will occur
That number is certainly vast
But then there's this question regarding souls
Their number's decidedly less
I'm starting to come to the answer at last!
Again, please excuse this whole mess
I'm closing in, ladies and gentlemen!
In moments my work will be done!
If these calculations are all accurate...
The number of souls is just one
Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen!
I won't keep you in here all night
The experts have said people live more than once
My research has proven they're right!
As you can see, I've brought my work with me
Please pardon the mess of it all
I hadn't assumed I would need all this chalk
Or that my computers would stall
I'll need to keep working here while I speak
It's all number crunching by now
We'll soon catch a glimpse of the greatest of views
That nature and science allow!
The general premise behind my work
Is that human bodies have souls
I've verified this much through numerous tests
With experimental controls
I've also established that souls live on
Long after their host bodies die
The overall number of souls remains fixed
While bodies themselves multiply
There haven't been new souls in quite some time
It's unclear exactly since when
But certain that souls move from host to new host
I've witnessed it time and again!
A soul joins each body from birth to death
For one human life they're a pair
That soul will then find an unoccupied host
Regardless of who, when, or where
My theories on space-time come into play
The previous models are wrong
I'll get to those details when we have more time
For now let's keep moving along
This current equation concerns our souls
Their number to be more precise
I'm trying to pinpoint how many there are
It's crashed my computers now twice!
Throughout the existence of humankind
Including all future and past
A countable number of lives will occur
That number is certainly vast
But then there's this question regarding souls
Their number's decidedly less
I'm starting to come to the answer at last!
Again, please excuse this whole mess
I'm closing in, ladies and gentlemen!
In moments my work will be done!
If these calculations are all accurate...
The number of souls is just one
Sunday, February 9, 2014
Saturday, February 8, 2014
ENDORSEMENT 5
Hi. I'm an international rap star. And when I'm in the club, I pretty much always need a soup spoon. Either because motherfuckers be frontin' or because motherfuckers be servin' that soup. So if I'm not assaulting yo' flagrant ass for actin' a fool, you can bet I be in the VIP section sippin' hot soup with that stripper you thought was your girl. Either way, don't get it twisted: a soup spoon's got my back for real.
Soup spoons. Keep an eye on her, homey.
Hi. I'm an international rap star. And when I'm in the club, I pretty much always need a soup spoon. Either because motherfuckers be frontin' or because motherfuckers be servin' that soup. So if I'm not assaulting yo' flagrant ass for actin' a fool, you can bet I be in the VIP section sippin' hot soup with that stripper you thought was your girl. Either way, don't get it twisted: a soup spoon's got my back for real.
Soup spoons. Keep an eye on her, homey.
Thursday, February 6, 2014
Sunday, February 2, 2014
ENDORSEMENT 4
Oh hey. I didn't see you there. And that's because I wasn't using an incredibly simple yet extraordinary device: my eyes. Nothing complements a moment quite like eyes. Whenever I'm listening to water or feeling the erotic caress of that special someone, I like to enhance the experience by opening my eyes and seeing shit. After all, sight is what gives life meaning. And eyes are what give people sight.
Eyes. Turning everyday moments into shit you can see.
Oh hey. I didn't see you there. And that's because I wasn't using an incredibly simple yet extraordinary device: my eyes. Nothing complements a moment quite like eyes. Whenever I'm listening to water or feeling the erotic caress of that special someone, I like to enhance the experience by opening my eyes and seeing shit. After all, sight is what gives life meaning. And eyes are what give people sight.
Eyes. Turning everyday moments into shit you can see.
Friday, January 31, 2014
Thursday, January 30, 2014
BEACH
Yay! I'm having fun in the sun!
I like the beach and I like everyone!
I like to swim and I like to run!
I'd like a hot dog and I'd like a bun!
Hey! I see an out-of-place bear!
I like the way it escaped from the fair!
I like its teeth and I like its stare!
I'd like to try to approach it with care!
Say! Am I the only one here?
I like the way everyone fled in fear!
I think the moment is finally near!
Bears attack me at the beach every year!
Yay! I'm having fun in the sun!
I like the beach and I like everyone!
I like to swim and I like to run!
I'd like a hot dog and I'd like a bun!
Hey! I see an out-of-place bear!
I like the way it escaped from the fair!
I like its teeth and I like its stare!
I'd like to try to approach it with care!
Say! Am I the only one here?
I like the way everyone fled in fear!
I think the moment is finally near!
Bears attack me at the beach every year!
Tuesday, January 28, 2014
ENDORSEMENT 3
Do you love dessert but hate what it does to your girlish figure? Me too. But not anymore. Gentlemen, say hello to Vitafusion Calcium Gummy Vitamins for adults. With flavors like white chocolate raspberry, vanilla bean, and chocolate, these bad boys will pass for dessert and make your body healthy at the same time. Don't believe me? Just ask former NBA all-star Jamal Mashburn. But do it on your own time.
Vitafusion Calcium Gummy Vitamins. They put the "yum" in calciyum.
Do you love dessert but hate what it does to your girlish figure? Me too. But not anymore. Gentlemen, say hello to Vitafusion Calcium Gummy Vitamins for adults. With flavors like white chocolate raspberry, vanilla bean, and chocolate, these bad boys will pass for dessert and make your body healthy at the same time. Don't believe me? Just ask former NBA all-star Jamal Mashburn. But do it on your own time.
Vitafusion Calcium Gummy Vitamins. They put the "yum" in calciyum.
Monday, January 27, 2014
Wednesday, January 22, 2014
ENDORSEMENT 2
Old Italian Mother: Why do you want to drink root beer all your life? There's a whole world out there.
Defiant Son: Ma, I don't care about the world! Just let me drink my root beer!
Old Italian Mother: Oh, I suppose you're right.
The son is right. The world will wait. But root beer? Well, root beer is delicious. And it doesn't matter which brand you drink. Because when it comes to root beer, you can't go wrong.
Root beer. Forget about the world.
Old Italian Mother: Why do you want to drink root beer all your life? There's a whole world out there.
Defiant Son: Ma, I don't care about the world! Just let me drink my root beer!
Old Italian Mother: Oh, I suppose you're right.
The son is right. The world will wait. But root beer? Well, root beer is delicious. And it doesn't matter which brand you drink. Because when it comes to root beer, you can't go wrong.
Root beer. Forget about the world.
Tuesday, January 21, 2014
Monday, January 20, 2014
Friday, January 17, 2014
Wednesday, January 15, 2014
MERE MEN
What do we mean when we say "we"?
Do we mean you? Do we mean me?
Do we mean additional men? All three?
Do we mean all men who have been or will be?
What do you mean when you say "you"?
Do you mean me? If not me, who?
Do you mean additional men? You do?
Do you mean all men within earshot or view?
What do I mean when I say "I"?
I must mean me! Will this "me" die?
Is "me" a mere body or spirit on high?
Or something too lofty for men to reply?
What do we mean when we say "we"?
Do we mean you? Do we mean me?
Do we mean additional men? All three?
Do we mean all men who have been or will be?
What do you mean when you say "you"?
Do you mean me? If not me, who?
Do you mean additional men? You do?
Do you mean all men within earshot or view?
What do I mean when I say "I"?
I must mean me! Will this "me" die?
Is "me" a mere body or spirit on high?
Or something too lofty for men to reply?
Tuesday, January 14, 2014
ENDORSEMENT 1
Silk PureAlmond almond milk is so good it actually makes me brave. When I'm drinking Silk PureAlmond, especially the vanilla flavor, I'm no longer afraid of death. And, what's infinitely more important, I'm no longer afraid of life. Plus it has 50% more calcium than dairy milk. And that means I'm even getting brave where it matters most: in my bone.
Silk PureAlmond almond milk. It makes a believer... out of me!
Silk PureAlmond almond milk is so good it actually makes me brave. When I'm drinking Silk PureAlmond, especially the vanilla flavor, I'm no longer afraid of death. And, what's infinitely more important, I'm no longer afraid of life. Plus it has 50% more calcium than dairy milk. And that means I'm even getting brave where it matters most: in my bone.
Silk PureAlmond almond milk. It makes a believer... out of me!
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