One last reminder! Come see Tim tonight. He’s playing at Music@TheMall at seven.
I was determined to shoot photos at sunrise today. Of course, I can’t ever shoot a god damn photo without a cop stopping to ask me what I am doing. I have a camera in my hand, what do you think I’m doing? If that is all you’re going to ask me, why can’t you just keep driving?
This is my main issue with this country. It’s all built up on these podunk towns where any act out of the ordinary is questioned and mocked. We were obviously hurting nothing. We were just acting different, and different is immediately bad if you have a badge on.
I’m so tired of feeling so god damned confined.
VB08: I Can’t Stop Shaking
I can’t tell you how happy this makes me. I HATE losing vidblogs more than anything because I put more of my soul in them than I do with anything else, it seems, and I slave hours in making them. When I lose one, it’s like losing a small part of myself. Anyway, I found this when cleaning out my hard drive. So stoked about it. Watch it! Reblog it if you dig it.
Oh, I probably should have said something.
I started writing a new book.
Yikes.
“FRIDAY, NOVEMBER 20TH, 2009 — 2:00 AM
There is a tangible beauty in today that will become an intangible tragedy tomorrow. Memories are tricky that way. I believe we’re all molded into adults through extremely infantile ideals of dependence, platonic love, and misperception. You learn about the world from the mirror of reality; a world that you enter with no perception of death or time. The human brain hardens through a scope of ignorance; desires formed under the most illogical of realities. That’s why we’re so fucking illogical as a species. That’s why so many of us still believe we’re the intentional product of a wise deity. That’s why so many of us still have unprotected sex and it’s why so many of us are fucked up from the start.
The reality is nothing and no thing is reality. What we have here, this is all a grand spectrum; beautiful as it may be, the unreality is still a little unsettling.”
