"I Find It Kinda Sad"

This isn't an update, this is just to record a really interesting day. that and to get my blogger mindset up and going...

Take note, this is going to be...slightly weird and or graphic, so proceed at your own risk....

So, I get up in the morning, regular day and all. Then I get a text from a friend...She asks for my friend's email. I give it to her and then I mention to her that i'm throwing a little b-day thing next week, then she tells me that she's leaving new york permanently. It hit me like bricks..Not cause none of my good friends can leave the city...I mean lets face it, we're all getting older, soon enough we'll start getting together less and less, it's inevitable. I guess what it was that hit me, was the fact that I thought I had more time before we would hit that point of "its time to move away and handle real business". Regardless i'm definitely glad That we met, and i'll be sure to go out there and visit her. Life goes on..

Later that night, instead of going home, as i've been doing these days, I ended up meeting with my best friend, for some drinks, just to shoot the shit, and catch up cause I haven't seen him since I went away to antigua a few weeks ago. So we drink about three drinks each, and we both decide that we want to make it an early night, cause he has family coming in for the weekend, and I wanted to take it easy. Upon leaving I decide to walk the williamsburg bridge....just beacause..

The bridge...

Halfway across.

After clearing that bridge in 19 minutes walking, I decide to get something to eat, then since I was in the neighborhood, and feeling a bit restless, I went to my regular bar, just to talk, finalize shit for my birthday next week. Upon entering, i'm treated to a barrage of drinks..(by barrage , I mean a ton of shots, mainly fireballs.) I end up meeting a dude named butch, that looked exactly like Bryan Cranston, (when he's playing walter white) cool as hell, really chill dude. After more drinks, I end up shooting the shit with my boy wildman, who notices my my tattoo, then tells me that he's cool with animal collective and says that he can get me backstage at one of their shows, if he's not talking bullshit, that's gonna be amazing. Before the night ends, I meet this graffiti dude from the west coast that reps a big crew out there. Goes by the name fate. We talked graff shit for an hour, then at this point it's 4 am and time to dip. I left the bar feeling amazing, and didn't drop a dime on drinks. Boss status. Still not feeling tired at this point, I begin to wander a bit.

Store front, Astor place.

Graff Truck, Astor place.

Time check...

It's 4:43 am at this point, and I begin to get tired. So as i hit the train station, I remember why I should have taken my ass home earlier...

Astor Place, Train station.

The struggle.

As i'm waiting for the train (I need the 4) the multiple Fireball + Jameson shots take their toll. (here comes the disgusting part)

The result of dehydration, and waiting....

So eventually, I get on the train and head home. Upon getting home, my stomach starts to rip the shit out of me. I rest, get up and still feel like shit. Normally I have a stomach of iron and can handle this shit, but for once...(since november 2012) I lost the battle, and saw what I had for lunch and dinner yesterday. Oh well, it was worth it. Just another late night, in this crazy fucking city I call home

This is the part where I discuss my next post and all that shit, but I haven't updated in damn near two years, I wont make any fucking promises. If you got me on twitter, i'll just tweet when i update. I keep it interesting..

Till next time....Or next year. =)

Music: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IRt27maA0h8 (respect the nubians - positive black soul)

P.S. I still hate the fucking formatting on this thing.. So ridiculous.

"The Gaga Manifest"

Backstory: I said to myself, that I would dedicate my 666th tweet to Miss Stefani Germanotta, more famously known as Lady Gaga. If you're curious as to why I decided to do this, the inception of this idea came about after watching the 2011 grammys.

Amongst rumors of devil worship, (you can find it anywhere on the internet, mainly on youtube or user blogs) She recieved an award with prosthetic "Horns" jutting from the top of her face. At that point I became a bit curious..

(1) The first thing I asked myself, (devil's advocate) they associate lady gaga with these satanic images, like her "baphomet" pose, and inverted pentagrams and such..
So, what makes these symbols (baphomet = a goat with breasts, right arm pointed towards a whte moon, left arm pointed to a black moon symbolizing Kindness (white)
(Black) justice. the official meaning for both = Chesed(hesed) (white moon) kindness Geburah (black moon) Justice. (see also, the sefirot of kabalah.) making the sign of
The occult. (this word usually has a negative overtone to it, but i'll diffuse, or explain that situation in a bit.) Pentagram in the middle of the forehead, (pointing upwards) an eternal flame
rising above the forehead, a cadeuces groin to symbolize eternal life, body covered with scales, and wings. This is according to Eliphas Levi, the creator of the most popular
 image used to describe baphomet (the sabbatical goat)

Next symbol, would be the pentagram, which is in fact used in many religious sects, stemming from the earlier civilizations such as the Sumer tribe of mesopotamia to
christians to represent the wounds of Jesus Christ when he was crucified. According to the illustrator of the baphomet, Eliphas Levi, A reversed pentagram, with two
points projecting upwards, is a symbol of evil and attracts sinister forces because it overturns the proper order of things and demonstrates the triumph of matter over
spirit. It is the goat of lust attacking the heavens with its horns" Ultimately, if the pentagram is pointing upwards, it's not supposed to be associated with, or seen as evil.
Now, if someone decides to take that image and use it as something objectional or to represent something evil in nature, is it fair to ignore it's humble beginnings?
Would these same people see islam as a "heathen's religion" (as it was grouped with pagans and satanists in the past) due to the many jihadists that use the religion as
a reason to bomb innocents?

(3) Going back to the word "occult", This word first was associated with information kept secret. (Latin occultus: clandestine) It then became more famously linked to knowledge about the paranormal.
in the example of the occult above, it's referring to the study/practice of magic, not a secret society, not satan, not the devil. Whilst the church has some unsure views on magic, (some is sinful, some
isn't) It still isn't synonymous with devil worship.

In short closing here, I think the question that needs to be asked is what makes these symbols so "evil" or even satanic? Even if you have a few groups who decide to use those symbols for their
own purposes, if it fair to label any future use of a symbol with the negative connotations? Another question to ask is why these did in fact become considered "evil"  when there's no hard evidence of
NECESSARY crimes, hate, or violence linked to the the practice of paganism or magic. Being that Gaga has a strong catholic background, this could all very well be a visualization of her own struggles within her faith. Of course, I'm not giving Gaga the benefit of the doubt, but the point of this is that we all should do more research before instantaneously condemning someone towards conveying a message that quite frankly might not even exist.

PS I would have liked to research this even more, but time constraints are against me at the moment.

Links and info...

http://altreligion.about.com/od/symbols/a/baphomet.htm (1)

http://www.amazon.com/Magic-White-Black-Franz-Hartmann/dp/1585092614 (2)

http://books.google.com/books/about/English_synonyms_explained.html?id=53QKAAAAIAAJ (3)

Lady Gaga's Alejandro video -  http://www.youtube.com/user/LadyGagaVEVO#p/u/52/niqrrmev4mA

(chose this because of it's heavy symbolism)

Comments are welcomed.

And I find it kinda funny..

If you haven't picked up the theme for most of my entries, there is no hope for any of you.

Kidding.

Well, the last post was just me finishing something I started. Today is September first, and I have to say that August was the best month i've had in a long time. The only thing that could have been better was work, and in reality, even that wasn't so bad. We received our new systems for processing prescriptions, and it was a total mess. They only gave us a total of two training days, then plop, new system, and have fun. One benefit was that they sent coaches from walgreens to help us out. Eventually I figured it out, but I really dislike the new system due to the fact that it's realy not designed for a pharmacist and just one technician. Really and truthfully, we need at least one of our cashiers to step up and assume that third role. The way things are currently, i have to do way too much running back and forth, which means that nothing will get done. Not to mention all the steps it now takes to fill scripts.

On to the more positive things, I'm a year older. I had a great birthday party, and once again, the people who mattered to me the most were there, and that's all that I need. There's a few pictures of that, but I need to be lazy and add those to the album.

Next would be my tattoo. I have to wait till i get back home to show, but, i fucking love it. Everything was perfect. We all talked, drank wine, and hung out. I ended up leaving later than i had hoped, but everything worked out in the end.

Lastly, I took another trip to vancouver, which is always awesome. Of course, anytime i decide to travel, there has to be some bullshit going on, but I made it here, and that's the most important part. (about an hour later at the airport, i would have had to deal with this, but I got lucky)

Something else that rocked my august was this fiasco. I usually am unlucky with these things, but for once I got lucky and finally obtained it.

Tonight, going to go to dinner with my special significant other, (whom deserves a mention, cause she's fucking awesome, and so is her family) and gonna go enjoy my last week before school rears it's ugly motherfucking head. I'll try to post when i get back home.

The Heart to Heart "worn out places worn out faces"

So we're back here again. Life becomes more crazy etc etc. It's august, I have one free month with no school, so basically this means I have one month to get everything done.

Despite this being a part of life, and accepting it, I hate getting to know someone, sharing intimate things with them, only to have them exit out of my life, like we never even knew each-other. If you know of me, expelling emotions isn't easy for me, and when I do it it's real, not some bullshit I said cause we're in the moment. You get this silly feeling to rid yourself of these relationships, but at the end of the day, it's what we all desire, no matter what we try to do to convince ourselves that it is not.

So far, things that i want to do are as listed.

1. take more pictures
2. take more pictures
3. play the bass
4. plan a party
5. get a tattoo
6. take more pictures.

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Another attempt at everything. "all around me are familiar faces..."

I really don't like talking about my job, but I have to make an exception for this.. At work, if we lose anything, we have to wait twelve years to get replaced. For instance, our automatic pill counter has stopped functioning, so we have to get it sent back (this happened about a week and a half ago from this post) for them to service it. I'm away for a week, and I bet the thing will still be sitting in the box waiting to be sent back. I guess it's a god send, cause I need to improve my hand counting skills.

Then there was friday's fiasco. Someone brought in a fake script for narcotics, and my pharmacist is all panicky, called the police and based on what happened the last time, it was pure pandemonium. So naturally when I saw the cops come in, along with the patient phoning in, saying that they would be there to pick up the medicine within 30. No lies, I flipped out. See, it's not that I have a problem with catching the "bad guys" it's just that she doesn't know how to handle it, falls apart, then I have to do two jobs, and still catch the bad guys, frankly, it's too much to deal with, when accompanied by her. To my luck, the person never came.

Finally, we received two new cashiers. One who has the proper training, and the other none whatsoever. Of course this didn't become a problem until the main office sends us an email saying that she's not allowed to work with us until she was properly trained. So that was a week without the help that we needed. No shock there.

Aside from that, life is pushing along as it should be. Roughly, three weeks ago, I was sick with some sort of virus. I woke up thinking that I had pink eye, and missed some days at work. It turned out to be a bad cold, and all I needed was some strong cough syrup (promethazine) With school, I fucked up on one class, but that's all good, i'll just retake it next semester. Expanding on being back to school, it's weird this time around. I don't know if it's because i'm more focused on other things than people, but everyone seems distant.

Before I wrap up this long ass post, I just have to explain my disliking of Tumblr. Sure, there's nothing wrong with a picture blog (of course, cause this is half thoughts/pictures) but the problem I have with it is that you can't leave comments, and it just seems brainless. Your only option is to "reblog" or like it. (reblogging is taking the image and posting it on your tumblr page, to have other people do the same) Some people use discus (which sucks btw) or open id for people to leave actual comments. Most people are clearly too lazy to go through all that trouble. I'm not going to get an account just to fucking reblog or to like an image. If it was appropriately linked to something like blogger, it would be perfect, cause you could seamlessly leave comments without having to have an actual tumblr account. Until then, I'll stick to a medium where I can leave thoughts and opinions. Anyway, that's my 50 cents.

I-get-my-fucking-camera-off.

The Mucus Eye
 

















 The supermoon aftermath on march 20th

 












The new mp3 player


















At the Guggenheim.

Shit you should be listening to.



Mother Mother - Oleander

M.I.A, - Space

Cheshire out.

Anger.

About a two weeks ago, doing what I normally do on a friday night, I ended up having my Zune (mp3 player) stolen from me. When I found out that it was missing, it was 8 am in the morning and i was about to head home. Upon realizing that it was no more amongst my possession (thank you alcohol) I flipped out, and I pretty much destroyed everything around my radius. There was a pipe embedded in the ice, and i pretty much pulled it from out of the ground and flung it way across the street. When I finally made my way back to the train, I was still pretty pissed, but by the time I arrived to my house, I was too tired to care about what was going on. I woke up the next morning with sore hands, and a few cuts, probably from all the raging.

I look back at it now, and while i'm still upset about the loss, it did feel good to let all that anger out. It was a shame, cause it was a pretty interesting night.

Some pictures taken that night..

Doing what I do best.

Morning Spoils.

That bolt, I found on my way home. I don't remember why I picked it up.

With that said, I am in the business of finding a new mp3 player.

Edit: i'm horrible at blogging. I originally started this post on the 21st of February. Will update later tonight

"Mad World"

To people afraid of words, this one's gonna be a long one. I don't know how to do cuts on here, so you'll have to deal with it.


It's been about two weeks since i've owned my bass guitar, and I have a nice little callus on my thumb. It's going alright, I still have a bit to go before I maintain a flow, but of course, with practice comes perfection.


So, the reasoning as to why i'm posting on blogger now, there's more options, less restrictions, and It's more accessible. That and I felt like it was time for a change. The Livejournal


With the advent of facebook, and other social networking sites, blogging is a bit more tedious, especially seeing that most people that read this, can keep up with me easier through facebook, instead of a wordy blog. Regardless, I digress.

Here's a few new pictures:

My camera gets off

The monster season

Oh yeah, and music you should be listening to.

Lupe Fiasco - Words I never Said