The band that got me into heavy metal finally releases another one. It took me a couple of listens to get into it, but I love it. Tight, groovy, and angry as hell.
Three weeks ago a switch was flipped. I began to comb through my possessions, and part company with some relics that were just weighing me down. Finally, I had gotten to the one thing I couldn’t decide on, that black ZooYork sweatshirt. It belonged to my older brother, but it had gotten so stretched out and faded that it had it’s own history apart from him. So I put it in a garbage bag for someone else to wear, with no idea the stories attached to just a random piece of clothing.
It’s no bother. The Egyptians understood that when the time comes the artifacts that hold power over us must be buried very deep. Even if that artifact is the very gold of a god incarnate.
Krav Maga is an Israeli martial-art in the truest sense of the word “martial”. It emphasizes efficient, and brutal counter-attacks to end the fight as quickly as possible. Of course there is nowhere to learn this within 500miles of my house. Go figure.
Guys calm down. There’s no way this censorship shit is getting passed.
the NDAA got passed without a hitch and nobody’s angry about it. SOPA is nothing compared to the bullshit that is the NDAA.
Fucking exactly. Kids only care when it’s shoved into their faces unmercifully; ie, “OH NOES, I USE WIKI TO DO MY HOMEWERK AND NAO I CANT CREYS CREYS CREYS”.
^ This. Of course no one cares about the indefinite imprisonment of Americans, but possibly clamping down on the internet? A travesty.
If a book can be judged by it’s cover, this one is a top tier masterpiece. It feels like one is holding a sacred text. So excited.
Last Semester
ENGL 418— Shakespeare
ENGL 476— Green Romanticism
ENGL 202— Medieval Lit
RUSS 322— Dosteovsky
ADV 300— Advertising
This looks so unbelievably shitty, but I’m going all out this semester.
I bought this book when Borders was closing, without the intention of ever reading it. When I’m in a bad spot with life, though, I always grab the most daunting book from my shelf and inhale it. Out of all of the books that fall into that personal category for me, this was the most interesting, but also the least helpful.
2666 is an incredibly strange beast. Nothing really grabbed my attention and held it, but it is compelling as hell. It’s divided into 5 books that follow a different character, but all center on the Mexican border town of Santa Teresa, where hundreds of women have been brutally murdered over a few years. Book 4, in particular, is a brutal tour de force that gives Cormac McCarthy a run for his money. I don’t want to give anything away, but there were times I had to set the book aside, and just go outside to breathe.
There’s a few things that Bolano does that I find curious, but don’t really know why he’s doing them. First, his narrators habitually make an assertion, negate the assertion, and then ambiguously confirm parts of that assertion. It happens all of the time. They say something like “He was tired. Not really. But maybe he sort of was”. Then, there is frequent inversions of typical emphasis. That’s badly worded, but… Some of the plot developments are just a single isolated sentence or paragraph, while a character getting a drink is given pages upon pages. Proximity is played with as well. Some of the citizens of the town have no idea about the murders, but characters from Europe come to investigate. This I think ties into the last, and most bewildering theme; the void. It’s everywhere in the book, from the town to women’s vaginas, the imagery is everywhere, and I have no idea what to make of it.
The whole thing is like a nightmarish-hellscape, and it leaves one unsettled. Yet, I can’t honestly say I like the damn thing. Just from objective criteria, for example construction, it’s a master’s work. From the subjective side, I’m still on the fence.
This will probably be amended in the future.
I went shooting with my dad today, and it was awesome. I did a 4 in grouping with a .308 at 100 yards. Another 30 rounds were put through my AK, the accuracy surprised me. I also fired a 416 that nearly knocked me out of the seat, and left a bruise that covers my left shoulder. The beauty of that? I ain’t afraid to shoot a goddamn thing anymore. That’s beautiful, and so Is this weekend.
