It should be more like the "the Crawl of Justice". I recently was chosen by the University of Wisconsin Police Department to be judged as to whether I am a criminal. I ran afoul of the law, during the course of an otherwise stellar Thursday night, and now have to go through the system of handling this minor non-violent incident in the hopes that I can keep my criminal record "clean".
The best apporpriation of our justice system in America today is the word, system. It is an outrageous bore for most involved that consists of 90% waiting, 5% anticipation and 5% of either jubilation or despair. I, for one, hate the waiting game.
Crimes vary in an astounding degree and punishment. I showed up for a court appearance last week. The time I was scheduled to appear was ten o'clock. I strolled in a few minutes early and scanned the people around me. I saw no less than eight men dressed in colorful clothing that one might refer to as "thugs". The rest of the mix consisted of teenage girls (people still shoplift from ShopKo?), homeless degenerates, two bikers with long silver manes and a young guy wearing khakis and an oxford sweater that just happend to be me. I think this, along with jail, was one of the few situations in which I felt a terrible sense of not belonging to the herd in any way, shape or form. But the law shows no discrimination when it comes to handling your case. Just a bit slower than the guy who was arrested before you.
I overheard quite a selection of infractions to the State of Wisconsin's legal code and came to the conclusion that a lot of crimes sound like no big deal but carry heavy penalties. A particularly grotesque elderly couple, wearing matching Packer jackets that looked as if they were rummaged from the dumpster behind A8 China, were charged with the joint theft of a gentleman's coat from a Wal-Mart. They are facing a fine of no more than $5000 and up to 14 months in a correctional facility.
Finally, after nearly two hours, my full name is called and I handle my exchange with judge as quickly and respectfully as I can. So when can I expect to be back in at the courthouse? They said they'd let me know in 4-6 weeks. Getting bad news is rough enough but when someone is intent on "surprising" you with bad news I get nauseous. But what can I do? In the face of the law, I can't front.
Tuesday, March 11, 2008
Sunday, March 2, 2008
Famous Website Re-Design
The countdown reached zero hour and Famous has launched their new website. Overall, I dig the new layout. More flash is incorporated in browsing products. The new design coincides with the new spring line-up of Famous Stars and Straps gear. The website is more reminiscent of a European boutique's website (i.e. Lacoste) with products floating around to the whim of your mouse path, except with its staindard noir-ish layout.
The new gear is fresh to def. In recent years, the t-shirts, by far the staple of the company, have varied in their respective levels of popularity. This year, however, EVERY shirt looks like a must have. The new hoodies (just in time for warm weather right?) are absolutely sick. The styles are funky and classy at the same time and make you want to strut down the street with your hood up.
For the female independent, Famous has expanded their line to multiple needs. Famous also caters to children and as always, offers a multitude of accessories.
The re-design, I believe, is catapulting Famous into a special sphere of retailer. With limited edition drops available to anyone lucky enough to snatch it up, involves the customer and makes them feel cool in their clothes. Also, at the same time the new retail store in downtown L.A., The Fast Life, as well as Travis Barker's growing popularity give the brand mass appeal to celebrities who would also feel special if Travis gave them a limited design of a soon-to-be-released t-shirt design. And, of course, no advertising as part of a business model has never worked so well without an already proven commodity/brand/family. Travis' personal wardrobe is the most valued advertising enterprise for the company.
So please, check out the new Famous site and if you have a favorite brand of clothing with it's own website, let me know about it. There are a couple bugs in the design, as some of the sliding menus overlap a bit and require some dexterity if you want to go to a certain page; i'm sure they'll be fixed because of course: Famous don't front.
The new gear is fresh to def. In recent years, the t-shirts, by far the staple of the company, have varied in their respective levels of popularity. This year, however, EVERY shirt looks like a must have. The new hoodies (just in time for warm weather right?) are absolutely sick. The styles are funky and classy at the same time and make you want to strut down the street with your hood up.
For the female independent, Famous has expanded their line to multiple needs. Famous also caters to children and as always, offers a multitude of accessories.
The re-design, I believe, is catapulting Famous into a special sphere of retailer. With limited edition drops available to anyone lucky enough to snatch it up, involves the customer and makes them feel cool in their clothes. Also, at the same time the new retail store in downtown L.A., The Fast Life, as well as Travis Barker's growing popularity give the brand mass appeal to celebrities who would also feel special if Travis gave them a limited design of a soon-to-be-released t-shirt design. And, of course, no advertising as part of a business model has never worked so well without an already proven commodity/brand/family. Travis' personal wardrobe is the most valued advertising enterprise for the company.
So please, check out the new Famous site and if you have a favorite brand of clothing with it's own website, let me know about it. There are a couple bugs in the design, as some of the sliding menus overlap a bit and require some dexterity if you want to go to a certain page; i'm sure they'll be fixed because of course: Famous don't front.
Monday, February 25, 2008
You're a what...?
I had an intesting experience with the fairer sex saturday night that i felt like a sharing with the world, if only to get some sort of context or explanation to the situation. Before you immediately abort reading, there is nothing vulgar or disgusting in the retelling of events.
I met a girl, we'll call her Michelle*, at a party on Saturday. I spent the next hour playing coy with this blonde vixen and actually enjoying the conversation with her (while not a first, surprising nonetheless).
I work at the Edgewater hotel and had shift to set up an event at 2:30 a.m. I left Michelle and told her I'd call after I left work. By about 4;30 i had called twice to reassure her that I was in fact headed over to where she was staying. I took a Badger cab to Lathrop with two random dudes. The cab driver was from the Ukraine.
Cabbie: I hate getting pulled over by these kops here in America. I mean, c'mon I don't have a record...
Me: At least not here,
Cabbie: Good point.
Finally, I arrived at her place and went up. She said she was from out of town, Minnesota actually, and was staying at a friend's place. I immediately noticed two girls sprawled out in the living room and started to ponder my sleeping arrangements. I follow her to a room that her friend said she could use for the night. I love sympathetic friends.
Now, we start hooking up and the bomb gets dropped. "I'm a virgin.'
Huh? My immediate response is near shock. They still make you? Besides that, I was very confused that a girl from out-of-town would ask me to meet up with her later, wait til four in the morning for me to arrive and assume that I only came over for chatting.
Is it too far off-base to tell a guy that you don't do that? Or is it forward, presumptious and kind of an asshole thing to request? Seriously virgins, don't front.
*not real name
P.S. Some kind of countdown on the Famous Stars and Straps website; ends later tonight so I'll update what's dropping on the website if anything.
-Damon
I met a girl, we'll call her Michelle*, at a party on Saturday. I spent the next hour playing coy with this blonde vixen and actually enjoying the conversation with her (while not a first, surprising nonetheless).
I work at the Edgewater hotel and had shift to set up an event at 2:30 a.m. I left Michelle and told her I'd call after I left work. By about 4;30 i had called twice to reassure her that I was in fact headed over to where she was staying. I took a Badger cab to Lathrop with two random dudes. The cab driver was from the Ukraine.
Cabbie: I hate getting pulled over by these kops here in America. I mean, c'mon I don't have a record...
Me: At least not here,
Cabbie: Good point.
Finally, I arrived at her place and went up. She said she was from out of town, Minnesota actually, and was staying at a friend's place. I immediately noticed two girls sprawled out in the living room and started to ponder my sleeping arrangements. I follow her to a room that her friend said she could use for the night. I love sympathetic friends.
Now, we start hooking up and the bomb gets dropped. "I'm a virgin.'
Huh? My immediate response is near shock. They still make you? Besides that, I was very confused that a girl from out-of-town would ask me to meet up with her later, wait til four in the morning for me to arrive and assume that I only came over for chatting.
Is it too far off-base to tell a guy that you don't do that? Or is it forward, presumptious and kind of an asshole thing to request? Seriously virgins, don't front.
*not real name
P.S. Some kind of countdown on the Famous Stars and Straps website; ends later tonight so I'll update what's dropping on the website if anything.
-Damon
Monday, February 18, 2008
Rock the vote
I hate politics. For some, the strategy and competition is better than a smoke after sex but, I don't see the appeal. Recently, however, I have felt an undeniable urge for change. Famous Stars and Straps is the embodiment of independence and to some extent, questioning authority. The authority has been questioned and the majority is voicing its opinion.
It is one thing to say that someone is independent. It is entirely different to act independent. I am a very independent thinker, to the point I sometimes annoy myself. However, the base supporting independence is that one person does matter. One viewpoint can change a mind and one vote can change the nation.
I refuse to tell anyone how I or they should cast their ballot but only urge that you do. The man who is unspecific on his pizza toppings should not complain when he's eating peppers and pineapple. Please go out and vote on Tuesday and be heard. For polling and voter information head here. Don't front politics.
It is one thing to say that someone is independent. It is entirely different to act independent. I am a very independent thinker, to the point I sometimes annoy myself. However, the base supporting independence is that one person does matter. One viewpoint can change a mind and one vote can change the nation.
I refuse to tell anyone how I or they should cast their ballot but only urge that you do. The man who is unspecific on his pizza toppings should not complain when he's eating peppers and pineapple. Please go out and vote on Tuesday and be heard. For polling and voter information head here. Don't front politics.
Friday, February 15, 2008
Tuesday, February 12, 2008
The Pokey
A little late on this blog post; i've been terribly busy. This week I have a real beef with my management and human resources class. Now, the basics of the course involve managerial skills and how to better use those below you to get things done. The lecture period consists of the professor telling bad jokes and showing movie clips of various films. I just don't get it.
The major problem with the class, which has been voiced by many, is that it is common sense. I believe this totally. However, I think it is only common sense for a few. Many of the students in lecture, I'm sure, have not learned any skills associated with managing as they have never managed a group of people before. More to come
Lots of news from The Fast Life store in LA. Famous Stars and Straps is in the midst of a series of new drops. For those of us not in LA, the newest shirt is online here and features a very pretty girl (fellas trust me you want to click on the link). The shirt is a collaboration with FSAS and photographer Estevan Oriol; blog here. Also, February 14th, a new hoodie will be put up on the online website. More details to come! Until then, Live Fast, Die Fun and please, MHR Class: Don't Front.
The major problem with the class, which has been voiced by many, is that it is common sense. I believe this totally. However, I think it is only common sense for a few. Many of the students in lecture, I'm sure, have not learned any skills associated with managing as they have never managed a group of people before. More to come
Lots of news from The Fast Life store in LA. Famous Stars and Straps is in the midst of a series of new drops. For those of us not in LA, the newest shirt is online here and features a very pretty girl (fellas trust me you want to click on the link). The shirt is a collaboration with FSAS and photographer Estevan Oriol; blog here. Also, February 14th, a new hoodie will be put up on the online website. More details to come! Until then, Live Fast, Die Fun and please, MHR Class: Don't Front.
Monday, February 4, 2008
MouseTrap
Brand new shirt from Famous Stars and Straps, affectionately named "Mouse trap". I got mine flown in from California. I wore it out Friday night and loved the fanfare. Multiple hard-looking revelers commented on its coolness. All I could do was agree. Check out the shirt here.
As for my personal touch, school is completely consuming my life yet again. There is something downright dreary about always having a feeling that the next five minutes of your life should be spent doing something constructive rather than take another hit. The classload and overwhelming commitment necessary puts a mental strain on every day that my feet pound the pavement in the fantasyland I've come to know and adore. Badgers don't front.
As for my personal touch, school is completely consuming my life yet again. There is something downright dreary about always having a feeling that the next five minutes of your life should be spent doing something constructive rather than take another hit. The classload and overwhelming commitment necessary puts a mental strain on every day that my feet pound the pavement in the fantasyland I've come to know and adore. Badgers don't front.
Sunday, February 3, 2008
Writing Assignment: 1
Super Bowl Sunday is a great day. Nothing like cold beer, gladiator-like combat and expensive commercials. I was disturbed by one thing. The youth of today, or at least the cross section that took in the game with me are down on America. Before kickoff, some great players of today and yesteryear read aloud the Declaration of Independence. Now as screwy as our country can be, there is no arguing with the importance of the document itself. The tree of liberty would not have grown without the hard work and sacrifice of those bold signees or the empirical wit of Thomas Jefferson. The segment was met with cries of "This isn't funny anymore" or "John Madden is going to run for President." This disconnectedness with history is disturbing as it is one of the best ways to learn from the mistakes of others. I'm not shouting about citizens being un-American or how patriotic I am in my ivory tower. I am merely saying that disrespect for one's own country is the quickest way to get me to disrespect you. Almost on cue, the house cook blasted the entire room for being communists after most failed to stand for the singing of the national anthem. Francis Scott Key's words are by no means comparable to the prose of Thomas Jefferson and to be honest I was filling my cup during this rant, but an Asian pear is still a pear, yes?
On that note, I would like to call to your attention to a movie. The film is called Zeitgeist. The film is the scariest documentary I have ever seen. It is three parts, each with a premise.
On that note, I would like to call to your attention to a movie. The film is called Zeitgeist. The film is the scariest documentary I have ever seen. It is three parts, each with a premise.
- Jesus Christ, and therefore Christianity, is a plagiarism on the Egyptian Sun God Horus and the Bible is an astrotheological literary hybrid
- 9/11 was a false flag act carried out by the highest government officials
- The Federal Reserve is unnecessary and only serves the international banking elite
The Weekend
Just wanted to give a quick rundown of the weekend. Pretty chill in my opinion, nothing too wild.
Friday
I started the night at the wrestling match, working in the store at the Field House. The Badgers handily beat the Spartans and I got out of there pretty early. After the match, I went to a friend's birthday party who didn't even show up until two hours after I got there. The girls are all about the fashionable entrance even if it comes with a stumble and a hiccup. Finished more than my fair share of drinks and chatted up a few girls who seemed alright. Met someone at my friends house who seemed to know me. Have you ever been out and run into someone who thinks you are awesome? I can say that I love it. You feel validated and funny at the same time. Almost like a sidekick, this guy laughed at most of my jokes and even repeated some of the one-liners I was spitting. e.g. while my buddy was mackin' on his girl I let out the gem, "Hey if it's not on video I don't want to listen." Dude loved it and told me so. Fuck yeah. Turned in early.
Saturday
Worked the Men's hockey game against Minnesota-Duluth (2-1 overtime loss). I arrived home to check in on my roomates only to discover that Mr. Bombay Sapphire had beaten me to the punch. I love gin drunk. For some reason it feels so...gentlemanly to be blitzed on gin. Maybe it's just the sophistication of the gin and tonic with a wedge of lime. I can almost taste it in the back of my throat. Ended up making it to a party next door to my buddies. Highlights:
-My roommate, Rach, is not used to goin out with the boys; she got pretty fucked up and ended up cabbing it home soon after we got there
-My friend ended up stealing a laptop from the party but my buddy made him give it back this morning
-I'm pretty sure I passed out on my backsteps only to be taken to my neighbors next door for his party
Turns into a blur after that.
Sunday
Woke up quick this morning to get to the wrestling match. I was excited as the top ranked Iowa Hawkeyes were in town today and hoped for a good match. I had a bit of a hangover and wandered over to the Iowa bench to get some water out of the cooler. What do my green eyes stumble upon? None other than Dan Gable. Check the link for those unfamiliar with wrestling greatness. Standing next to someone you consider a legend is different than I thought. When I first noticed him sitting next to the young wrestlers I was surprised. Holy shit, that's Dan Gable, perhaps the best American amateur wrestler to put on a singlet. However, when I went to get his autograph he just seemed old. Better to burn out than to fade away as Jack Black says in High Fidelity. I wonder if Gable thinks the same thing.
Friday
I started the night at the wrestling match, working in the store at the Field House. The Badgers handily beat the Spartans and I got out of there pretty early. After the match, I went to a friend's birthday party who didn't even show up until two hours after I got there. The girls are all about the fashionable entrance even if it comes with a stumble and a hiccup. Finished more than my fair share of drinks and chatted up a few girls who seemed alright. Met someone at my friends house who seemed to know me. Have you ever been out and run into someone who thinks you are awesome? I can say that I love it. You feel validated and funny at the same time. Almost like a sidekick, this guy laughed at most of my jokes and even repeated some of the one-liners I was spitting. e.g. while my buddy was mackin' on his girl I let out the gem, "Hey if it's not on video I don't want to listen." Dude loved it and told me so. Fuck yeah. Turned in early.
Saturday
Worked the Men's hockey game against Minnesota-Duluth (2-1 overtime loss). I arrived home to check in on my roomates only to discover that Mr. Bombay Sapphire had beaten me to the punch. I love gin drunk. For some reason it feels so...gentlemanly to be blitzed on gin. Maybe it's just the sophistication of the gin and tonic with a wedge of lime. I can almost taste it in the back of my throat. Ended up making it to a party next door to my buddies. Highlights:
-My roommate, Rach, is not used to goin out with the boys; she got pretty fucked up and ended up cabbing it home soon after we got there
-My friend ended up stealing a laptop from the party but my buddy made him give it back this morning
-I'm pretty sure I passed out on my backsteps only to be taken to my neighbors next door for his party
Turns into a blur after that.
Sunday
Woke up quick this morning to get to the wrestling match. I was excited as the top ranked Iowa Hawkeyes were in town today and hoped for a good match. I had a bit of a hangover and wandered over to the Iowa bench to get some water out of the cooler. What do my green eyes stumble upon? None other than Dan Gable. Check the link for those unfamiliar with wrestling greatness. Standing next to someone you consider a legend is different than I thought. When I first noticed him sitting next to the young wrestlers I was surprised. Holy shit, that's Dan Gable, perhaps the best American amateur wrestler to put on a singlet. However, when I went to get his autograph he just seemed old. Better to burn out than to fade away as Jack Black says in High Fidelity. I wonder if Gable thinks the same thing.
Thursday, January 31, 2008
Newsies
Quick hits in the news today. My friend Jay Rivera, President of the Beta Theta Pi fraternity chapter at UW-Madison, was in the paper today. He shared with Penelope Trunk about being a group leader and positive habits. Penelope Trunk's blog can be seen here.
On the entrepreneurial note, amazing website came to my attention today via the inquiring minds at Mother Jones. Nicole McClelland's article titled "SugarDaddy.com" is about exactly that. Females seeking a monetary stipend for regular interludes with well-off men is nothing new. But, a website that streamlines the whole process is just what the doctor ordered.
Think about it. No longer do gold-digging tramps and money-grubbing whores have to spend countless nights at the King Club sifting through potential marks to find Daddy Warbucks with loose morals. Designing a profile seems like picking your seat on the 757 to Heaven with monetary minimums and age boundaries. Oh, yeah.
Last but not least, for the gentlemen out there, the site has an option for a SugarBabe or Sugar Mama. I would freak if I had a 36 year old paying my rent for a session a week. Golddiggers, don't front.
On the entrepreneurial note, amazing website came to my attention today via the inquiring minds at Mother Jones. Nicole McClelland's article titled "SugarDaddy.com" is about exactly that. Females seeking a monetary stipend for regular interludes with well-off men is nothing new. But, a website that streamlines the whole process is just what the doctor ordered.
Think about it. No longer do gold-digging tramps and money-grubbing whores have to spend countless nights at the King Club sifting through potential marks to find Daddy Warbucks with loose morals. Designing a profile seems like picking your seat on the 757 to Heaven with monetary minimums and age boundaries. Oh, yeah.
Last but not least, for the gentlemen out there, the site has an option for a SugarBabe or Sugar Mama. I would freak if I had a 36 year old paying my rent for a session a week. Golddiggers, don't front.
Philosopheelings
It's a snowy day here in lovely Madison, Wisconsin. I took in a Philosophy lecture for the first time today. After missing the first three I decided to see what I was missing and I can tell you first hand that I could have stayed home and picked at my cuticles and been more productive. The question today concerned the topic of surrogate motherhood and whether a contract stipulating such should be legally binding. This particular class time was devoted to a debate on the subject featuring three qualified classmates for each side. (Read: the first 6 kids to sign up) The minority of points were well made however there are two things about the discussion that made me want to have an acid flashback.
The class, "Contemporary Moral Issues", is designed to aid in deciphering the questions of morality. But, everyone wants to talk about their feelings. There are numerous females in the class, of them a few who have some real potential, which appears to add just a touch more emotion to the debate. The arguments are focusing on feelings and "how would you feel?" I can't handle this anymore than I can handle a steakknife to the urethra. The argument is simple; feelings only complicate things as they cannot be quantified.
Second, the worst element is the "what if...ers" Everything can be exposed, ridiculed and dismantled with a constant barrage of these questions. What if... shut the hell up already. I got it. You got an answer for everything! In my experience these people have the least answers when it becomes essential. Please, Philosophy class: don't front
The class, "Contemporary Moral Issues", is designed to aid in deciphering the questions of morality. But, everyone wants to talk about their feelings. There are numerous females in the class, of them a few who have some real potential, which appears to add just a touch more emotion to the debate. The arguments are focusing on feelings and "how would you feel?" I can't handle this anymore than I can handle a steakknife to the urethra. The argument is simple; feelings only complicate things as they cannot be quantified.
Second, the worst element is the "what if...ers" Everything can be exposed, ridiculed and dismantled with a constant barrage of these questions. What if... shut the hell up already. I got it. You got an answer for everything! In my experience these people have the least answers when it becomes essential. Please, Philosophy class: don't front
Wednesday, January 30, 2008
Googlarchy!
Very informative article in the December issue of Vanity Fair. Michael Wolff discusses the ever increasing presence of gadgets in our digital lives. In a nutshell, the article runs down the rift between Apple's Steve Jobs and the coming-soon-free-phone gadget rumored to be coming from the geniuses at Google. Those of you in my English 201 class should appreciate the information and Rik, they even drop "convergence".
I have to say that the idea of a free phone capable of doing just about anything is very appealing. Although, Mr. Wolff does bring up the reality that this would only add to the individual files of everyone that Google is keeping on us. Shit.
The phone would supposedly run on Wi-fi and do all that and more. Basically, the opposite of what the iPhone stands for. I think I get a bill just from mentioning that darn contraption. What if I don't want "Charlie" to interrupt the Rage Against the Machine tune I'm currently rocking to. Bullet in the HEAD!
I have to say that the idea of a free phone capable of doing just about anything is very appealing. Although, Mr. Wolff does bring up the reality that this would only add to the individual files of everyone that Google is keeping on us. Shit.
The phone would supposedly run on Wi-fi and do all that and more. Basically, the opposite of what the iPhone stands for. I think I get a bill just from mentioning that darn contraption. What if I don't want "Charlie" to interrupt the Rage Against the Machine tune I'm currently rocking to. Bullet in the HEAD!
Why Famous?
Remember that energy I was talking about. It gets stirred up at the weirdest times although new endeavors have a habit of being very time consuming initially followed by boredom. Hopefully I can stick with this blog for a semester at least.
Anyways, the reason I extoll the greatness of the Famous clothing brand is for a simple reason, well actually two. The first reason is that my first best friend in the entire world turned me onto the styles while still in high school over 5 years ago. That best friend is now serving his country behind a rock in a perilous desert somewhere. Godspeed, Brian. The second reason is that Famous Stars and Straps does NOT advertise. I feel like an echo should be chasing itself through my house as I say that out loud. The age, or aeon, in which we live is chaos. The mania is somewhat comforting to me but the complete bombardment of advertisements for things that I could not fathom using regular is sickening. I'm typing and simultaneously listening to Eminem's "Still Don't Give a Fuck" off of the Slim Shady LP. Seems fitting.
Famous Stars and Straps does not advertise and does not add to the distraction of big media. The news outlets of the world are controlled by very few and consequently are easily filtered to keep the unwanted news out and pump the hypnotizing storyline out at fifty million watts. The television is the absolute scariest invention. I read that the electric chair was invented by a dentist. The television most likely was invented by a shoddy hypnotist looking for the easy way out. Getting any of this?
Quit Frontin' Television
Anyways, the reason I extoll the greatness of the Famous clothing brand is for a simple reason, well actually two. The first reason is that my first best friend in the entire world turned me onto the styles while still in high school over 5 years ago. That best friend is now serving his country behind a rock in a perilous desert somewhere. Godspeed, Brian. The second reason is that Famous Stars and Straps does NOT advertise. I feel like an echo should be chasing itself through my house as I say that out loud. The age, or aeon, in which we live is chaos. The mania is somewhat comforting to me but the complete bombardment of advertisements for things that I could not fathom using regular is sickening. I'm typing and simultaneously listening to Eminem's "Still Don't Give a Fuck" off of the Slim Shady LP. Seems fitting.
Famous Stars and Straps does not advertise and does not add to the distraction of big media. The news outlets of the world are controlled by very few and consequently are easily filtered to keep the unwanted news out and pump the hypnotizing storyline out at fifty million watts. The television is the absolute scariest invention. I read that the electric chair was invented by a dentist. The television most likely was invented by a shoddy hypnotist looking for the easy way out. Getting any of this?
Quit Frontin' Television
Linkslist
I've decided to share links with the audience as I suppose that is how things are done. We'll start with the Famous website and my absolute favorite What Would Tyler Durden Do? Yes, the reference to Fight Club aside, I love this site as it is host to my all-time guilty-pleasure: celebrity gossip. There I said it. Who's frontin' now?
Who Frontin'?
This blog is to be an expression of a self. The self happens to be me and the expression is hopefully one of truth, wisdom and intrigue. Oh yeah, that sounds pretty god damn cool if you ask me. This blog, while in it's design and random news will promote the clothing brand Famous Stars and Straps, will shed light on the everyday information thrown at myself.
I very often feel overloaded with all of the actions and feelings through the course of the average day. The fact that I'm a full-time college student juggling a few jobs has something to do with it. Also, I am a manic at heart and in the mind, more importantly: all about the action. I'll try to explain what I mean.
According to a quick wikipedia search ( i love the internet), a search for manic brings up mania.
The selection is in need of an expert opinion but I can explain the gist of what it is. The condition is characterized by elevated moods, energy and unusual thought patterns.
The elevated mood is part to do with being an optimist and part to do with being genuinely excited about what this day will bring. Sunshine in the morning is met with absolute terror that the time to rise is upon us but, quickly followed with the first of ten thousand thoughts of the day. I also have it on good authority (a doctor) that drug use in no way alleviates the actual condition. It may sate your hunger, though. Funyuns.
The energy I referenced is the most difficult to explain. I don't know where it comes from. The outrageous roller coaster ride of a day leaves many meals forgotten and too many steps taken. The drive comes from somewhere but I understand it as some sort of innate fear of being inactive as it is the easiest way to be persuaded by the Devil's music.
More to come but for now stay out of trouble and check out the famous website for the mousetrap shirt. It's absolutely sick; should have picks up by the end of the week.
I very often feel overloaded with all of the actions and feelings through the course of the average day. The fact that I'm a full-time college student juggling a few jobs has something to do with it. Also, I am a manic at heart and in the mind, more importantly: all about the action. I'll try to explain what I mean.
According to a quick wikipedia search ( i love the internet), a search for manic brings up mania.
The selection is in need of an expert opinion but I can explain the gist of what it is. The condition is characterized by elevated moods, energy and unusual thought patterns.
The elevated mood is part to do with being an optimist and part to do with being genuinely excited about what this day will bring. Sunshine in the morning is met with absolute terror that the time to rise is upon us but, quickly followed with the first of ten thousand thoughts of the day. I also have it on good authority (a doctor) that drug use in no way alleviates the actual condition. It may sate your hunger, though. Funyuns.
The energy I referenced is the most difficult to explain. I don't know where it comes from. The outrageous roller coaster ride of a day leaves many meals forgotten and too many steps taken. The drive comes from somewhere but I understand it as some sort of innate fear of being inactive as it is the easiest way to be persuaded by the Devil's music.
More to come but for now stay out of trouble and check out the famous website for the mousetrap shirt. It's absolutely sick; should have picks up by the end of the week.
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