so to answer your question, no i never called the temp agency, and why should i, if they need me they would call. they seemed responsible enough to give a guy a call if they need him. i am not complaining. there are a heck of a lot of people looking for jobs down here. i should know. they were all at the starbucks job fair. screw starbucks, their coffee isn't even that great.
(note the paradox here: the only coffee that i usual drink is the starbuck's coffee supplied to my apartment through steve's girlfriend, caitlyn, who works at starbucks) there are sadder things in life. yesterday was a short of waste, though my friend nick sandoval stopped by. i can't really recall anything else of note. today i watched two films, inbetween eating and being called back into my real passion (which is to make music).
the first film i watched is called "Good Night and Good Luck", a George Clooney film about a television news personality that takes on Joe McCarthy in the middle of the McCarthy "kill the commie" age. in other words: a good film. i won't tell you what i learned from the film because then you might want to see it less, which is dumb.
i don't consider myself a musician as much as a songwriter, but maybe even that is stretching it. when people hear the word songwriter they think of singer songwriters like james taylor and jackson brown and neil young. i don't put my name next to any of those people. but i guess in the generation i have been lumped into the closest thing we have to a songwriter would have been elliott smith. and look what happened to him. the reason i don't include conor oberst is partially because he goes under the alias bright eyes which to me even if it isn't true means that he is part of a band. the other reason is because he released a record in which he forgot that he wasn't in a mediocre version of the postal service. i might try to argue with myself that jeff tweedy is a songwriter, which he is, but he has engulfed himself in the setting of a band. which makes him something more of an inbetween. maybe beck. someone just said thom yorke (in my head), but then i thought about the eraser (which by no means is bad, but it lacks something i.e. the rest radiohead) and decided that radiohead is a band, not just thom yorke. so back to beck. the thing about beck is that he went beyond being what i would consider a classic songwriter, so in a sense he is disqualified. elliott smith you paved a way. may you rest in peace.
the second film that i watched is called "Chumscrubber". all throughout this movie i wasn't exactaly sure what i was supposed to be understanding. was i supposed to assume that this was a commentary on the evils of suburban living or an a watered down sketchy version of the everything is connected in some messed up way wave (which not many films beside the untouchable Magnolia can succeed at), i really wasn't sure. then there was a few minutes i thought the film was about drugs, but that subsided quickly and i realized the film is actually about dolphins. enough said.
for some reason i skipped to the last chapter of the book i am reading. each chapter is its own essay and they are only vaguely connected. i guess what struck me was that the title of the last chapter is named after a radiohead song "how to disappear completely", but what the chapter actually turned out to be about was the Left Behind series of books and movies on the rapture. Chuck Klosterman, in the last chapter of his pop culture driven manifesto speaks up about his view on the fundamentalist Christian. at heart he still believes that the arrogance and holier than thou attitude is totally backwards thus making him unable to subscribe to such nonsense. the funny thing to me though is how so many thinking people miss the fact that just because the people that supposedly believe something act a certain way means that they have to act that way in order to believe that. why can't that person say "yeah, your ideology makes sense but the way you live doesn't, so i am not going to follow your footsteps, instead i am going to live it the way it is supposed to be lived." i guess that is just too much work. anyways. read it yourself and make your own conclusions.
ph and i had a nice talk about junior high and growing up and how it shaped us. we also talked about how 100 years ago, isn't really that long ago and yet so much has changed in just the last decade. it is freaking scary. other noteworthy topics were death, AIDS, and the slow transition of 60s drug culture to now. interesting stuff. bring it up sometime and we can talk about it. back to the burbs tomorrow.
(note the paradox here: the only coffee that i usual drink is the starbuck's coffee supplied to my apartment through steve's girlfriend, caitlyn, who works at starbucks) there are sadder things in life. yesterday was a short of waste, though my friend nick sandoval stopped by. i can't really recall anything else of note. today i watched two films, inbetween eating and being called back into my real passion (which is to make music).
the first film i watched is called "Good Night and Good Luck", a George Clooney film about a television news personality that takes on Joe McCarthy in the middle of the McCarthy "kill the commie" age. in other words: a good film. i won't tell you what i learned from the film because then you might want to see it less, which is dumb.
i don't consider myself a musician as much as a songwriter, but maybe even that is stretching it. when people hear the word songwriter they think of singer songwriters like james taylor and jackson brown and neil young. i don't put my name next to any of those people. but i guess in the generation i have been lumped into the closest thing we have to a songwriter would have been elliott smith. and look what happened to him. the reason i don't include conor oberst is partially because he goes under the alias bright eyes which to me even if it isn't true means that he is part of a band. the other reason is because he released a record in which he forgot that he wasn't in a mediocre version of the postal service. i might try to argue with myself that jeff tweedy is a songwriter, which he is, but he has engulfed himself in the setting of a band. which makes him something more of an inbetween. maybe beck. someone just said thom yorke (in my head), but then i thought about the eraser (which by no means is bad, but it lacks something i.e. the rest radiohead) and decided that radiohead is a band, not just thom yorke. so back to beck. the thing about beck is that he went beyond being what i would consider a classic songwriter, so in a sense he is disqualified. elliott smith you paved a way. may you rest in peace.
the second film that i watched is called "Chumscrubber". all throughout this movie i wasn't exactaly sure what i was supposed to be understanding. was i supposed to assume that this was a commentary on the evils of suburban living or an a watered down sketchy version of the everything is connected in some messed up way wave (which not many films beside the untouchable Magnolia can succeed at), i really wasn't sure. then there was a few minutes i thought the film was about drugs, but that subsided quickly and i realized the film is actually about dolphins. enough said.
for some reason i skipped to the last chapter of the book i am reading. each chapter is its own essay and they are only vaguely connected. i guess what struck me was that the title of the last chapter is named after a radiohead song "how to disappear completely", but what the chapter actually turned out to be about was the Left Behind series of books and movies on the rapture. Chuck Klosterman, in the last chapter of his pop culture driven manifesto speaks up about his view on the fundamentalist Christian. at heart he still believes that the arrogance and holier than thou attitude is totally backwards thus making him unable to subscribe to such nonsense. the funny thing to me though is how so many thinking people miss the fact that just because the people that supposedly believe something act a certain way means that they have to act that way in order to believe that. why can't that person say "yeah, your ideology makes sense but the way you live doesn't, so i am not going to follow your footsteps, instead i am going to live it the way it is supposed to be lived." i guess that is just too much work. anyways. read it yourself and make your own conclusions.
ph and i had a nice talk about junior high and growing up and how it shaped us. we also talked about how 100 years ago, isn't really that long ago and yet so much has changed in just the last decade. it is freaking scary. other noteworthy topics were death, AIDS, and the slow transition of 60s drug culture to now. interesting stuff. bring it up sometime and we can talk about it. back to the burbs tomorrow.
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