This is where I spew, many and few, things near and dear, for murky is the right brain!
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Urban Sql injection. WIN!
For you non-hackers out there, that stuff taped on the license plate *should* erase the database of the traffic camera system… that is, if the cities computer program (that takes the picture of you), does not properly sanitize the data (your license plate) as it is being recorded! Win!
“One may have a blazing hearth in one’s soul, and no one comes to sit by it.” ~Vincent Van Gogh
Why do some bands suck so bad? If anyone knew the real answer to this question they would be really rich and/or famous! The band pictured in this post does not suck, in fact they are rad- they go by the moniker “All The Apparatus” and they rock- they sing and dance and play their little hearts out. I took this photo while they were performing on a street corner. Notice the crowd gathered? This photo doesn’t do them justice, but a quite large crowd had gathered and covered the entire the street corner.
However, many bands do not amass an audience that engulfs a street corner, they do not amass an audience anywhere- yet these crummy bands book shows, record albums, invite their friends to shows, they try to hype themselves up, and then on the big night, they fucking blow it! They fail and not in a magnificent way- they just suck all around- they suck in the way that makes strangers at music venues want to go home early and go to bed. I really wish this was never the case. I wish I never had to see a so crappy band that it made me leave the music venue I had been enjoying myself at and go home like a grumpy old man who finds himself writing negative blog posts about shitty bands.
One thing I have noticed is that most shitty bands can definitely be made less shitty by reducing the volume at which they play by about 33%. I have no scientific proof of this figure. But, if you are a shitty band reading this right now, try turning down your amps and drums and horns and whatever else by about 1 / 3rd, and I promise less people will walk out of your shows. Of course the audience may start talking loudly enough to eventually drown out your music- this is a good and normal thing- it is the universe trying to balance itself out. It is also a tell tale sign you should go home and practice more before you pollute the already polluted airwaves.
I was walking to meet my friend for dinner. I came to a stop at a corner shared by a disheveled black man. He sized me up and said “Hey, how’s it going?” To which I replied “Pretty good, how about yourself?” He jumped back retorting “Whoa clean cut white guys like you aren’t supposed to say hi to black bums like me. Thanks man!” I said “Nah… come on. It’s not like that.” We shook hands firmly and grinned at each other. “Alright, alright.” He said. Then his proposition: “Hey, so can you help me out man? Can you give me a dollar? Just a dollar?” He was sincere and had honest eyes- we were making lots of solid eye contact at this point, sharing real human emotions. I said with 100% honesty “Dang. I don’t have any cash man, I’m sorry, I only have a credit card.” The man looked dejected and said “Ahhh ok man. I appreciate this though, you’re a good dude, the world needs more people like you.” I accepted his compliment and replied “Thank you. Best of luck to you.” We both started walking in separate directions. He whipped about and yelled so all the empty streets could hear him “Have a good night! Fuck you, you fucking asshole! God!” I sighed and looked at the ground. He then yelled again “Don’t let me catch you screwing around and falling off course.” “Alright man.” I gave a half hearted chuckle and went about my way. Living is insane. It takes balance to live.
September 30th. One of those fall mornings. Human creatures acting like sponges- this may be the last patch of sun for 9 long months. Everywhere everyone seems either scurrying down digital tubes and texts and walks and drinks in front yards with buddies. Everyone who’s not two- making more effort to alter their solitary status! It twas perfect walking to the cafe, these perky lil flowers thriving against the concretes and metals and trash- nature and artifice so beautiful, so ugly. A perfect breeze flooded the cracks between my Topsiders and khakis bathing my feet in a perfect chill!
Tonight I found god briefly on the sweaty dark dance floor. It was 30 minutes after I kissed the girl who only 15 minutes before, I had bumped into and proclaimed “I know you!” to which she returned a blank and quizzical gaze. It took me saying “we’ve had sex” and a few more seconds before her memory kicked in and she made sense of my new wrinkles and short hair. She gave me a hug. We danced a bit and didn’t talk much. It was ok and profound.
I realized dancing, god, and women are three things that can be mutually exclusive or be one in the same. This night they were the former.
Something about the snow, the mid snarl, the apparent flash of a camera- just makes this photo dynamite! Photo taken by my old roommate Katelyn
In order for everyone to be famous for 15 minutes, we will require as many people to document as to perform, even when the performance is lacking!
