Random Conversations #002

President Bush on CBS News.

Q: What’s your advice to the average American who is hurting now, facing the prospect of $4 a gallon gasoline, a lot of people facing –

MR. BUSH: Wait, what did you just say? You’re predicting $4 a gallon gasoline?

Q: A number of analysts are predicting –

MR. BUSH: Oh, yeah?

Q: — $4 a gallon gasoline this spring when they reformulate.

MR. BUSH: That’s interesting. I hadn’t heard that.

Will & Rachel Conversation #003

RACHEL: Why am I always on your blog?

WILL: I don't know. You're funny.

RACHEL: If you're going to put me up there, could you at least not make stuff up.

WILL: I didn't make anything up.

RACHEL: Yeah, you did. That whole WE thing with sports. I didn't say you shouldn't say WE. I said that I thought it was
WEIRD for you to say WE.

WILL: Silence

RACHEL: I did say that, didn't I?

WILL: Uh, I don't know. I don't remember.

RACHEL: Dammit... I don't know!

WILL: SEE! YOU COULD'VE SAID IT!

RACHEL: Dah, fuck it, write whatever you have to, to make your point.

WILL: Thanks.

The Cleanse is Over

Rachel: Why do you sound mad?
Will: I'm on a cleanse.
Rachel: What the fuck does that mean?
Will: I'm only eating fruits, vegetables and oats?
Rachel: silence.
Will: I'm doing it wrong, aren't I?
Rachel: silence.
Will: I'm a moron, right?
Rachel: HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!

So the cleanse is officially over. Yay!

I made it three days! Three days! I now have a little more respect for vegans... just a little.
But really, that was hard. Last night I walked into Hutson's apartment and put a bunch of tortilla chips in my
mouth. Crunched. Thought. Whipped around to his trash can and spit it all out. And then I washed the salt out
of mouth. And then I ate... surprise vegetables! And last night while I was sleeping I started to get real light headed and started to think that if I had a sweat tent like Locke I could have some crazy delusions that might help me divine the future and get a greater understand of the universe and all that stuff. And then I slept. And it was over.

But really, what did I learn from the cleanse.

1. I don't really need coffee. I had my suspicions in the past from being sick, but I made it through. Now, I thought about not drinking anymore coffee, cutting it off (but well the only thing I've ever cut off from my life has been Diet Coke, and I only replaced it with coffee) but that seemed silly, and people know me as a coffee drinker and I don't want to blow people's minds too much.

2. I can lose a bunch of weight real fast. Now I haven't lost too much weight, which means I'm doing pretty good in the weight management department (yeah right, tell that to the swimsuit) and I only lost 4 pounds. I'm sure I'll gain that back pretty fast.

3. I really think that I might have a fresh perspective on Food and Taste and what is important and not important. Important - Salad Dressing. Not Important - Salad.

4. I now know how to save money when I travel into a foreign country. Don't eat!

5. And finally, to wrap this up, if I ever do a STUPID MOTHER%*&^NG CLEANSE AGAIN I will call Rachel and ask her very clearly what I still need to keep eating to feel whole and alive and be able to do thing other then feel like crap and complain.

The Cleanse

Hola Amigos!

Last Saturday (at some point) I decided that I should go on a cleanse. I was feeling sluggish and tired and sinusy and slow and felt like since in California Winter should be ending soon, that I should cleanse for spring.

And no, it's not the Honey/lemon cleanse. No, it's a Go Back to Nature Cleanse. No coffee, no black tea, no bread, no cheese and no meat. Just fruits, vegetables, oats and tea.

Day 1. I was hungry as spit. All day. And then at night I had a tomato broth and it really hurt my stomach, acids or something went crazy!

Day 2. I went crazy. I thought I was turning into a vegetable. I had some oats before Yoga and then felt pretty good. Those amazing organic oats! But after yoga class, I left the building to the fantastic smell of Italian food. I had one of those Ratatouille moments, where all I could see was a mountain of chicken,eggplant parmesan and fried mozzarella and bread! I regained composure and went home only to find my roommate, eating Salad with Caesar dressing and he was making garlic toast and his friend had dropped off cake and chocolate donut bites. It just wasn't fair. But it wasn't worse then the Italian food. I had tomato broth and snow peas.

Day 3. Today. I can't say for sure if I feel better. I'm very tired, kind of numb, and I had a dream that I was on the X-Men and I had Iceman's powers. And by the way that is kind of awesome. I will try to describe this dream later.

Anyway, today I will attempt to again be good and not crack. This is the ultimate test of will power. Er, okay maybe not the ultimate, but it's still hard.

Random Quotes #004

Tina Fey on Saturday Night Live "Weekend Update"
speaking on Hilary Clinton.

"Bitches get SHIT done!... Get on board Ohio & Texas. Bitch is the new black"

Myspace with a Vengeance Update

Hello friends!

Turns out this whole debacle about me not remembering her and me hating her and me wondering why well it really was a whole lot about nuthing. Wrong Guy. Maybe this other Will guy would have remembered her. Good old Brandi feels like a "douche bag" and I don't blame her. Now she's the one that doesn't quite remember me, after I spent all that time trying to remember her. Hah... if I only had a yearbook.

The 6th man

Ah... Being a fan... it sucks.

I got into an argument with Rachel (insert punch line) which started from her getting on my case because I described the a deal that the Wizards made with a WE. As in I was part of the team, like I owned it or played for it.

Ahh... I argued back that she wasn't a true fan, she didn't know more then like 3 names of the Giants and other teams. I'm like then obviously you can't claim any ownage.

The truth is that when you're a dedicated fan, you are part of the team. And in many cases you will always be a part of the team, after players and coaches have come and gone, you're still there. You carry it with you until you die. It is a love. A stupid irrational love. Doesn't make any sense on a logical level.

Honestly, right now, I'm watching the Wizards struggle against a Cavalier team that is missing like 6 players due to injuries and trades, and of course they're still in the game. They have Lebron James, their best player. And we are missing our two best players. We've got Rookies and Journeymen playing like chickens out there. And I feel sick. Of course, I'm also sick because I have to hear Lebron this and Lebron that and oh man isn't he so great. Look at how he makes everyone better.

But I digress. The only good thing, I suppose is that these players will get to play a little while the starters are out and you can figure out who is actually good and that SPELLCHECK still think Lebron is a misspelling of Lebrun.

All in all, I just wanted to talk about being a fan. Are ya'll fans of anything? Where when their good you're with them and w when they're bad you feel sick, and mad when they play stupid, where every little trade, defensive switch, piece of news is invaluable to your day to day.

And that's why I say WE.

Myspace with a Vengeance

Hello Friends,

This morning I got the cryptic message from some girl called Crazy Babies. It said "What's your last name?"

And I was like why is this girl asking me what my last name is? Then I went to her page and started looking around. Okay, she's my age, she went to a nearby highschool, oh dear, did I, wait I didn't, who is this, but WHY do I kind of recognize her... there is something about her. Oh and she has like 2 or 3 babies. Right on.

So then I responded "How cryptic? What's your name?"

Then I get back, "Do you really want to know... how haunting is this? You know me, or at least you should remember me. Brandi Grey who u HATED in school? no complex though, haha."

And in my head, I'm like WHAT???WHO??? HATED!!! I can't even remember this girl. And then we sent some back and forths, and I was like why would I hate you and then she didn't respond to that, but we messaged a little bit, and I still couldn't remember and then she asked me THE QUESTION 

"So what has the last 12 years done to you or atleast what have you done? "

hehe... I have not replied to this yet, but I have asked her for some kind of event or something to jog my memory of her, and then after I sent that, I suddenly had some mental picture of this girl pop into my head, and I'm like OH YEAH.... I think maybe I do kind of remember her, and I don't remember hating her.... yeah... 

Tomorrow I think we will get to the bottom of this, but for tonight I will think on how bad my memory is and why is that she thinks I hated her. Now I will admit to you, that I've had my moments, but HATE... hmmm.... So again, tomorrow I will find out some more about Brandi Grey and You, my friends, will get to here my Myspace response to, "So what has the last 12 years done to you atleast what have you done?"

Stay tuned....

Random Quotes #003

Shaquille O'Neal on his role with the Phoenix Suns.

"I'm more like a senior adviser so I don't like to come in here and try to take over... Just like your basic karate movie where the young guys come to the old guys with beards who have them do weird stuff to get to the other side. That's who I am, the old guy with a long beard."

Thrillertime

Since the time I've been on Planet Earth, there are really 2 Michael's that will never be replaced, Michael Jordan and Michael Jackson. 

They were at the top of their game and ridiculous. People were always like "This kid is the next Michael Jordan." and they're really happy and then in the late 90's people were like "This kid is the next Michael Jackson." and they were like uh no... no thanks. And then Justin Timberlake and Usher came along and were like "Yeah, that's cool, we'd like to be like Mike, with the exception of all that other stuff." So Michael got himself an asterisk.

This month marks THRILLER's 25th anniversary.

And it is not a time to criticize and mock and laugh and maybe feel sad for Michael Jackson. No, It is a day to celebrate the iconic lines from Wanna be Startin' Somethin' - "You're a vegetable." "YOU'RE A VEGETABLE!" and all of the other great things about THRILLER and a time to take a stroll down memory lane.

When I was 4 years old, we lived in an apartment complex called PEPPERTREE in Aspen Hill, Maryland. This was around the time my brother was scared of the dark. Anyway, I remember going upstairs to my neighbors apartment, it was a teenage girl, and I think she was our Babysitter and I remember she had the THRILLER record and we would listen to it and I would cover my ears at the end of the Thriller because the video had scared the bejesus out of me. I loved that album. If you go into our family photo albums,  there are many pictures where Joe and I are wearing Michael Jackson jackets and vests. It's pretty funny. 

In celebration of this album I downloaded it and have been listening to the Album for the past week. I quote Kanye West "Right when magazines wrote Kanye West off, I dropped my new shit sound like the best of." Well, this CD sounds like a a Greatest Hits album. It's not cohesive at all. It starts off right, with "Wanna be Startin' Somethin'" and then it just goes off in different directions. And it's short. There are only 9 songs. Of the 9, the only one that I really cringe listen to is "The Girl Is Mine" with Paul McCartney and symbolized a lot of what I think we hated about 80's music. BUT DAMN, listen to "Human Nature", that songs lays the blue print for what would become the dominant sound of R&B. All you gotta do is speed it up and add a rap verse to the middle 8 or bridge and you'd have most of the slow R&B songs today. Dude, there is NE-YO without Human Nature.  THIS WHOLE ALBUM is a blueprint. Sorry Jay-Z. I realized most of the Janet Jackson CDs completely ripped off the formula. It's frightening. And it's original.

Some reviewers have said that BAD was a better record and maybe it was, but Thriller was the last time Michael sounded right, lyrically and vocally.  On this album, his singing sounds so good, it's sick. He's like a rubber band. He does all the background vocals and their perfect. By the time BAD happened he was pretty white and his trademarks started taking over for his old naturalism. He's all HE-HE's and soft to hard soft singing, although some of those songs are really really good. But Thriller was the culmination album. I ask you all to listen to the album with earphones on or in a room with really good speakers. You will really understand the triumph of this album and the work of Michael Jackson and Quincy Jones. The horn section, the synthesizers, the way that Michael's voice washes over from left to right and all those fantastic sounds that ping pong across the sound field. It's magnificent.

BAD would begin Michael's internal fight with himself, his sound, his fame, and his fans. I mean, he closed BAD with the song "Leave Me Alone", really? Oh it was a fast slope. Not like Britney's 90mph waterslide ride, but it was more bizarre. Whatever. This isn't about that.

Oh great, I just got made fun of for listening to this. Okay, switching over to George Clinton. At the same time THRILLER came out, George released "Atomic Dog" which well influenced that other great art form, RAP.

Good times!

The Slam Dunk Contest

Hey Guys,

I've been away for a few days, working and what not, but I wanted to catch ya'll up on something special that happened this weekend.

The Slam Dunk Contest...

It was sick! One of the most memorable ever. And I can thank the Orlando Magic's Dwight Howard for it.

Last year, I was upset because Dwight Howard was voted out after the first round, because Michael Jordan and the other judges did not feel that him slapping a Sticker of his face 12 feet high up on the backboard and then slamming the ball on the way down was not cool enough, or impressive. Ha!

Dwight came back with a vengeance this year. His first three dunks were so impressive that even his fourth dunk, although awesome, just didn't live up to the others.

And Gerald Green, last year's winner, he even cited that Dwight Howard did some things no one has ever done before. And Gerald Green this year busted out the birthday cake. He put a cupcake with a lit candle on the rim and blew it out as he did a two handed dunk. 

But enough of that here are the videos to Dwight Howard's dunks. You have to see to believe!

Random Conversations #001

Will and Gabe walk to the Staples Center to see the Wizards play the Clippers...

WILL: When I talk to the Doctor about genetically modifying my children, I'm gonna ask him to make them 6feet2.

GABE: Why not make them taller, like 6feet8?

WILL: I don't know... I think I'll just wait and see what Hutson does.

Random Quotes #002

I had a better time interviewing Rosie Perez then John McCain. He's like talking to a wall.

~ Jorge Avellan "Univision Reporter"

Random Quotes #001

You can always count on me to sit on you ~ Elinore Cohen "Yoga Teacher"

The Grammy Reaction

So i just finished fast forwarding through the Grammys!

A few reactions for the masses.

- Carrie Underwood and the people from Stomp! What kind of mini-skirt is she wearing. Why can't she hit her low notes?!? But she does look good in that weird S&M inspired, black outfit, but dammit girl, COY does not work at the Grammys. No performance. No intensity. Lame..

- I never realized I missed Morris Day and the Time before they came back and played with Rihanna. ela,ela,ela,eh,eh,eh,eh

- Cirque Du Soleil and the Beatles Music. Makes absolutely no sense. Looks amazing. And the Girl spinning on the ropes has massive arms. Small but massive.

- Kanye West HIJACKS the Grammy's with Daft Punk and their KICK ASS performance of Stronger. Even better then the Album version. Way better. Watch it on YOU TUBE.

- Kanye sings HEY MAMA and makes Carrie Underwood cry. And, yeah, I got a little lumpy too.

- Fast Forwarding is AMAZING!

- Tina Turner! She's wearing her outfit from the THUNDERDOME!

- Kanye West wins best Rap Album. Kanye West's PR guy/team better not have heart conditions. (I bet he made them all bald.) Kanye West talks over the music to cue him off stage. Makes shout outs to Common and Amy Whinehouse. Tells Common to put his CD out in a different year then a Kanye Year. Kanye starts talking to his deceased Mama. He tells the Music people that it's really rude for them to be playing it over his speech to his Mama. Tells his Mama that he is going to become the NUMBER 1 MUSIC ARTIST in the world. Kanye alternates between sincere and selfish. PR people quit.

- (Alicia Keyes. I really really like Alicia Keyes. I didn't even really like her music at first, I just liked her. Now I like her music. So let's talk about NO ONE. It one an award tonight. When I first heard NO ONE. I was like really, this is your 1st single of your new record. With it's massive drum beat covering the piano line and her voice singing over it. I was like yeah, it's alright. But then I listened to the simple words and was like okay. And then I found myself humming the damn chorus. Which is like 4 words and how the heck does she enunciate like that. Anyway. After about 10 listens I found I loved the frickin song. It's so darn hopeful )
Anyway, The Grammys. Alicia Keyes turns no one from a POP SONG into a POP EPIC. This performance was amazing. I didn't think anyone was going to top Kanye. Alicia did it. It was the same song, but it felt so much more powerful.

- Amy Whinehouse sings she aint gonna go back to REHAB! Triumphant. Amy Whinehouse being introduced by CUBA GOODING JR. Venemous! Are the Grammy Producers trying to curse the poor girl. Evil times indeed.

- I feel like I've known Dave Grohl my whole life. Is he up for the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame next year?

- And to wrap things up, I fastforwarded through the last hour of the Grammys, stopped in on a few performers meant for my parents and grandparents, naw... and then got to the Album of the Year. Herbie Hancock! Herbie Hancock wins! Every Rap Artist was like Ahhhhhhhh Sheeyyyaaatttt...Kanye didn't win! (50 Cent chuckles).

Will & Rachel Conversation #002

Rachel puts Will on hold to give herself with a shot of B-12 in the behind, for her mysterious disease.

Rachel:Did you know that you can bleed after a shot?

Will: Uh. Yeah. Are you bleeding?

Rachel: Yeah. Ouch.

Will: You know I've stuck myself with a knife or a tack and drawn blood.

Rachel: Hahaha... God Will, really? You drew blood after stabbing yourself? Should I just say DUH to that.

Will: Hahahaha... Should I just say DUH to you bleeding after a shot.

Rachel: What?

Will: What? You gave yourself a shot in the ass. What you didn't think you were going to bleed a little? God, I was just being nice.

Rachel: Shut up. It's not funny.

Abba

So I'm working on onlining the Mamma Mia! film soundbites and I decided, well I'll just go and youtube some Abba, watch the music video and haha! there it is of course.



But what's so funny is how this video reminds me of growing up in the 80s and how my parents and other people's parents dance like this. Its really funny. Man it's all about the sway. And really like how old were they when they sang this. Maybe this was their idea of the dance party, while I think my idea of the dance party is more like this...



especially with the slow motion of the girls taking their clothes off. And it's not that the girls always take their clothes off, but you know they're thinking about it.

Of course now, both generations can always get down and agree to dance to



And if you go to the 2:40 mark and you will see what I'm practicing right now.

Peace!

Rachel's Post Super Bowl Voice Mail

Days after the Giants made history, I finally listened to Rachel's Post Superbowl Celebratory voice mail...

"Will. That's Right. They Lost. hahahahahahahahaha...."

Myspace

Well, as I was sitting here Onlining Soundbites from Mamma Mia!, I was looking for something to write a blog about, but I was tired of Blog writing serious shit after the DREAMS post, so I just decided to go to Myspace, look up my graduating class and see what would come to my mind.

Observations:

- Oh dear they've put up the 2008 graduation class.

- Oh man, are we looking old

- Who the fuck are all these people?

- Okay not all of us look old.

- Some of their babies are starting to not look like babies...eek.

- Oh I need to update how much money i make to "baller!"

- If they wore too much makeup back in the day, they're still wearing too much makeup.

- Sometimes its true, the people you weren't attracted to, are now attractive, and the ones were, aren't so much...anymore... (unless they were like unreasonably attractive and then they still are.)

- Oh, my junior prom date just had a baby. Congratulations JESS!

- What is with people putting monkey pictures up.

- Nevermind, that GUY is the baller... who knew you could make that much in the Army. geez..

- White people, flashing gang signs and drinking... hmm...

- Oh there I am... "What's next" what the fuck does that mean... dammit will...

- Oh a which superhero are you test... (RESULTS: Spider-Man  80%, You are intelligent, witty,
a bit geeky and have great power and responsibility.) I can live with that. Probably why i felt so betrayed by Spider-Man 3. (Holla if you hear me!)

Well, that's it... I've done this too many times to really be surprised by anything. I may have to sign up for Facebook....ugh... to see more. And maybe I should change my name to BJ. Hah! I'll create 2 profiles, for my two... well nevermind...

Dreams

As it is the time of new beginnings, for contemplation, for the reevaluation of old and new goals, I thought I would take a look at life through a different lens, a different filter.

Comic Books

When I was a teenager, I was moderately obsessed with comic books. I was the right age for it to happen, because it was what some people call the Big Comic Boom. 4 X-Men titles, the death of good Spider-Man comics with the Clone Saga, the Death of Superman, Batman's Knightfall, the creation of Image Comics, Spawn, and the thousands of crossovers, and many many others.
I don't even want to think about the social ramifications, I may have suffered due to those comic book investments (cars, clothes, girls?). But that was then and this is now.

Last year, I reopened myself up to the idea of reading comic books,  but more specifically, graphic novels, collections of comic book series bound together in a single volume. And while you lose the monthly ebb and flow of reading in installments, graphic novels allow you to take in whole stories at a time and they're typically cheaper without waiting years to find out how a story ends. There have been a lot of great ones, especially, "Y the Last Man" and "Ultimate Spider-Man" (a modern retelling of the old stories). And from time to time, I'd also been picking up "The Sandman".

For many years, I'd been arguing the value of comic books as one of the last bastions for artwork and storytelling. And for something that started as the Funny Pages, that was saying a lot.  But if you looked at the drawings and the colors and the way pages were laid out with complex stories and lessons rivaling any other forms of artwork, it was hard to not see the value in them. When I read Michael Chabon's  "The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier & Clay" and realized that there were others, people like me who weren't afraid to say how they felt about comics and hailed the pulp ambitions of those cartoons. (Of course he turned this one idea into a brilliant piece of literature.)

Yet as an adult, I never really felt like the comics I had read were exceptionally brilliant, in that way that special brilliance can change you after reading, seeing or listening to it. In dark times, comic books were my company, solace, and most importantly a place to escape. They were great stories, with great pictures and unnaturally curvy girls, but their tales were always pulpy, owing as much to great authors as they did to soap operas.

And then there was "The Sandman".

This comic book has lurked in the back of my mind since a teenager. I never bought it or read it, but the grotesque cover art that sat on the shelves of my local comic shop, was never far from my mind.

Upon recommendation, I borrowed a few volumes of the series from Hutson Hayward (www.thewickedgoodblog.net) and read slowly. The first volume was a classic horror book, filled with the occult, buckets of blood, a dark being on a quest for vengeance and a return to his proper place in the universe. Dark but fun, exciting, good words, interesting thoughts, laying the seeds for the books to come.  "The Sandman's" main character Morpheus is the embodiment of Dream, the Eternal King of Dreams. It is his kingdom that we enter through sleep,  the dreams, all creations from him and of him.

Months later I continued reading the rest of the series and saw the fantastic tapestry of this dark universe filled with dreams, creatures, and regular human beings as beautiful and flawed as you or I. And it is the pages where the Sandman interacts with regular joes, today and in years long past that affected me the most.

For "The Sandman" is not an escape, it is not even a place you like visiting, and you don't feel better after reading it. There are scraps of thoughts and images that linger in your mind, regardless of how long ago you closed the pages. Ideas that dig deeper into your mind then you'd wished. "The Sandman" is not a continuity book, where we follow one hero from adventure to adventure. "The Sandman" was whatever Neil Gaiman (writer, creator) wanted it to be. Sometimes the stories are about Morpheus and sometimes they are about how he affects people and sometimes they are about how people affect him. And many times they are solely about Dreams, where they come from, how they change and how they affect our lives.

It's in these stories, the ones about people and their dreams that stirred something in my soul and led me to this post. For when the time came to start thinking again, as this time of year encourages, I could not shake my dreams.

DREAM - Dictionary.com

–noun
1. a succession of images, thoughts, or emotions passing through the mind during sleep.
2. the sleeping state in which this occurs.
3. an object seen in a dream.
4. an involuntary vision occurring to a person when awake.
5. a vision voluntarily indulged in while awake; daydream; reverie.
6. an aspiration; goal; aim: A trip to Europe is his dream.
7. a wild or vain fancy.
8. something of an unreal beauty, charm, or excellence.

We dream in the darkness, so we can live in the light. ~ Willis McDougal

For many years, I used this quote, my own quote, as my signature for my hotmail emails. It was something that came to me when I was in an elevator leaving work at 8:00 AM, while on the night shifts. I liked the rambling nature of the line, the D and D and L and L, and I felt that if I could only get back to working during the days that I would become more whole and allowed to live like everyone else.

But break it down and I see that, basically, my world view had become so dark that all of my dreams were relegated to night time dreaming and I was just living during the day. It is that thought process that I've been running on for most of my adult life.

Which is in itself is a sad commentary on the growing up process. As children, I believe  we dreamed all the time, so much so that the line between what was real and what was imagination blurred; but life has a way of kicking it out of us.

You go around, stuck in traffic, thinking about how I can't follow my dreams because of LIFE. And you sit at work, because you have to pay bills, help your mom out, eat, have a roof over my head. But you make it through, because you compromise. It's like the Checks and Balances of living. Dream versus Life. You give up your Dreams for Life and you're a zombie, but if you give up your Life to Dreaming, you'll eventually become a weightless soul, eventually driven to madness or drugs, unless you get lucky. And what I've rationalized is that being healthy about this is staying in the middle, balanced.

In my life, I've managed to form certain compromises. I write, (DREAM) and I want to be paid and be read, (DREAM), but make no money for it (LIFE), and have to work too much at a job that I only occasionally like (LIFE), but it is in an industry that is just on the outskirts of helping me achieve this dream (COMPROMISE) and I have many great friends that I work with.

But does being healthy and being in balance, help you accomplish your dreams? Does it make you happy? Don't you need to be a little crazy to reach them?

One of things I do know about compromising is that we stop looking at things as DREAMS and we start looking at them as GOALS. It's easier to deal with reaching a Goal then it is to achieve your Dreams. They seem more tangible, more real, and so less beautiful then Dreams. And maybe your goals are a step by step way to reach your dreams, but take another look at the many definitions of dreams and you can see how people have had internal conflict in regards to the dreams.

In the back of our minds, for every want, every desire, every goal that we have, is there still a Dream. Is that Dream pure or has it been corrupted through compromise? Is there an old Dream that still haunts you despite your new dreams? If you don't reach for that Dream will it sour what you can touch?

All this from reading a stupid Comic book where the main character is just a visible representation of the definition of dream, taking the Jesus-as-human-body-embodiment-of-God-and-spirit idea and applying it to other universal human fundamentals, like desire, death, despair, time and dream, do I think of all these stupid things. But what great art can do is to make you look at yourself and reevaluate based on the insight of someone else's ideas.

And that's where I stand. Here in 2008, evaluating if I am still Dreaming or if I am all about the Goals, trying to figure out if I reaching toward the things I can physically touch or the unreal beauty that lurks ahead, the things that my soul longs for, the ones I dream about. If I am not dreaming, am I not moving towards something? Is it worth chasing ghosts of dreams and going on the adventure which very well may lead to failure or playing it safe? Listing off all my dreams to see what compromises were made, why they were made and where they are taking me.

Very early on in my twenties, I decided to stop thinking, because I chose to just survive, to just get through it, and do what I had to do. I think maybe its time to start thinking again, to feel again and maybe, just maybe, dream.

Super Tuesday

Hey Friends,

Tomorrow, if you are registered to vote, You should.

Because Kanye West, Jack Nicholson, Arnold Schwarzenegger, and Scarlett Johannson (twice) and Bradley Whitford have all personally asked me to go out there. And hopefully they've also called you up.

If you aren't registered to vote, then you should, because we are about to hit one of the most important elections in our lives, and Will really wants the US Dollar to rebound in foreign countries, so we need to really show the world we're serious.

And is just me or does the New KNIGHT RIDER ads look like garbage. Soon you will seeing ads for this. AND Seriously, HOW did they turn a Ken Doll into a Human. I mean really. A KEN DOLL. It's like the sequel to Weird Science --- Weird Science: For the Ladies.

Super Bowl Update

We had a lot of people here. Lots of food. I had a lot of tequila.

My head hurts.

And history was denied.

And, and I lost a bet.

And then when the patriots lost, Rachel a big Giant fan called me and left me a punk ass message which I'm still debating listening to. But if I listen to it, I will post it online. That you can be sure of.

So after watching the Giants beat every team I was rooting for to win, one can be assured that I am a cursed, cursed man.

This shit happened to me last year too....dah...

Super Sunday: The Holiday

Hey Guys,

Here we are on Superbowl Sunday. I've spent a lot of money on Food and spent a lot of time cleaning. I hope that the game is good, but I also hope that the Giants get their ass kicked. Seriously. I'll be back later!

Feb. 1st Thoughts

Happy FRIDAY!

So today is the first day of February. Had my car door fixed, because the exterior door handle ripped off. Eek.

I also came to a blog resolution. I feel that along with my everyday meandering thoughts I would also try monthly to write up a monthly column or list, like how in January I did my favorite movies of 2007. This month may be favorite television shows, or seasons, or comic books or children's television shows, who knows, you get the point. So keep an eye for the Favorites: Monthly Series. Not that I won't be writing a lot, but I figured I should space some of this out.

Later!