local talent

At a local pub recently I saw a few musical acts that I enjoyed. Want to hear about them? Lets get started then.

First was John Harvey, a good solo act on guitar and piano, not at the same time mind you but it was still really good. Played an excellent Radiohead cover as well. His music had a kind of sad and haunting quality, but if all ghosts had the pleasant sway that his tunes had, then people would welcome paranormal guests more frequently.

Second came The Ivy Walls, from La. They sounded like a mix of The Pillows and Bombay Bicycle Club, but with a piano added for good measure. Good stuff, it had a nice amount of dreamy guitar riffs to blend in with the vocals really well. You can check out their album for free at their website, THEIVYWALLS.COM.

Lastly was Winston and the Telescreen, a local band from Riverside, and they are excellent. They remind me of an American version of an early Coldplay album but with less melancholy and more confrontation, with playfully romantic songs and clever imagery, as well as nifty black armbands for fans willing to represent. If your curious check out songs "Red and Blues" and "Says Shes Sorry", I insist. Really, I do.

context message

i am slowly starting to hate text messages. they are impersonal and are nearly always taken out of context. such is not always the case, but the few times i decide to actually apply an inflection, or tone to a text message, it was never intended to have such an impact in the least. the only safe way to read messages are to pretend a robotic monotone voice is reading them aloud, in order to avoid confusion. text messages can come off as snide, or flirty, or judgmental, or sincere, or any number of expressive emotions, that they were clearly not intended to have (most of the time). recently, a friends curiosity was interpreted as nosy and self righteous, when in fact it was a simple inquiry about how my day was going, so naturally i replied with the classic "bagoff jagoff!" which was unwarranted and uncalled for.
naturally not all texts fall under the umbrella of my misinterpretation, some people i can communicate with rather well via T-X-T-M-S-G, but i can't help but wonder if i come off as insulting them at times, my own texts being misread as cruel or indifferent. there's no really way around this, but my preferred method is simple.
just call me. we'll talk.

the sky is falling

and it makes such a pleasant sound. there is a short film called kiwi!, its incredible and i feel a bit silly for not having seen it sooner. there's also another short film called The Cat Piano, which is really cool. in a blue cat kind of way.
on a serious note, i have come down with an illness, doctors call it Yuko Ogura - Onna No Ko Otoko No Ko. Which results in a euphoric release of chemicals, followed by intense amounts of despair. If we were still using ye olde terms, it could be said that these could all be found on yetube.

revenge

i got revenge today
a sick kind of revenge, that was both uncalled for and unwanted.
after receiving a fresh bowl of arroz de leche, a foreign dessert which resembles tapioca pudding backed by Cinnamon, which was still piping hot from the stove, i decided to give it time to cool off. giving me another opportunity to try and murder the fly that had been pestering me all afternoon, marring the landscape of my computer monitor is most certainly a hell worthy trespass. finally deciding to give up and let the fly claim space on my workstation, i set my gaze from vengeance to the delicious bowl of sweetness cooling near my optical mouse. gathering the courage to see what smelled so good, the fly landed on the very edge of the bowl slowly making its way towards the sweet milky goodness. one of its legs got caught in the filmy layer of skin that had formed over the surface of the pudding. like quicksand, the more the fly attempted to to become unstuck, the further it was being pulled into the deadly gruel that had become its final resting place. eventually the desperation for survival stopped and the fly died. using my spoon to scoop out the fly, it turned it into a giant over sized steel coffin, the steam coming from the freshly exposed dessert became the souls of all the flies I've ever killed, slowly rising up only to get caught in my air filter.
my revenge was complete.

and the pudding was delicious.

wednesdays...

are also known as comic book day. thankfully there is one thing to be grateful for on Wednesdays, right? it is otherwise a day most people forget about.

i wonder how many people on my new campus (UCR) are buying comic books today. or how many of them are buying them from the same store, comic castle, located just a few miles away from campus. will i see people carefully turning pages to not bend any pages? we shall see.