Hendrix and Pink Floyd

It's late on a thursday night. I've been out of work for a few hours and I've been passing the time by listening to songs by Jimi Hendrix and Pink Floyd. I actually just learned of a new Hendrix song "If 6 Were 9", and the first 1:30 might be my favorite opening minute and thirty seconds of any song I've ever heard. The first set of lyrics are as follows:
If the sun refused to shine, 
I don't mind, I don't mind. 
(Yeah) 
If the mountains fell in the sea, 
Let it be, it ain't me. 
Got my own world to live through 
And I ain't gonna copy you. 

Amazing. Do yourself a favor and listen to it, because my words can't do it justice.

Unfortunately, I feel like we've lost the spirit that defined the 60's. There were negatives, obviously, that went along with free love, copious drug use, and carefree living, but the ideology behind it all was the best part of the decade. The ideology of living your own life, loving it for what it is, and loving that you get to live it. What sucks the most is that my generation is furthering the decline of the great music that came out of the decade, and the great philosophies that originated from it. We are so plugged in, so immersed in all the aspects of the digital world that we forget to, or worse don't even want to stop and look around and say "God Damn I am lucky to live in this world, and I thank God every day I get to experience life." I hope we get back there 

Rainy Day Activities

Since the past 2 weeks have been nothing but rainy and overcast, I compiled a list of activities to keep myself occupied:
1. Provide your own overdubbing to movies on AMC. Think Couching Tiger Hidden Dragon but you control what the ninja's say to each other
2. Counting the ways in which people that don't live in whatever state you live in aren't as good as people who do
3. Watch the history channel and count how many shows in a day of broadcasting mention WW2. (they all do)
4. Play hide and go seek but only use a single story of you house
5. Create your own board game but it must have a ridiculous name and set of rules. My game is called Benwalk Empire. It's always fun because I always win even when I lose cause my name is in the name of the game. WINNING
6. Start small fires intermittently around your house and see how long it takes for someone else to put it out.  But please, be responsible and keep a beer close by
7. PLAY WITH LEGOS
8. Rewire all the electric fuseboxes in your house and see what happens. It can only turn out awesome
9. Watch CNN and try an predict which Middle Eastern will have a unsuccessful, successful, and successful-but-nothing-changes revolutions next
10. Make a slingshot and shoot fruit at passing cars

just for ish's and giggles

A repost of my last blog, but translated by my friend Jerome


Yo On uh completely different note then muh motha fuckin post uh few seconds ago, muh motha fuckin buddy Nick an' ah, in true backwoods style, go out deep into da woods wif uh .22 an' smok'd indiscriminately at sheeit dat dared ta move while we's wuz within eyesight or earshot. It wuz uh great tyme. ah also learned, cuz ah wuz informed by da elderly nigga who asked fo' muh motha fuckin ID when ah wuz purchasing .22 bullets, dat you gots ta be 21 in order ta gank .22 bullets cuz dey "can be used fo' handguns". As if dis here wuz somethin` new, dat gots just been invented an' revolutionized da ammunition bidness as we's know it. we's live in VT bro. brothas an' they mom's second cousin has uh .22 an' uh shotgun in they crib if not in they trunk. you prob'ly packing heat under yo' uniform monogramed polo an' just don' wants ta sell me bullets cause it looks like ah could gots fun wif dem instead o' stockpiling dem an' waiting fo' da ruskies ta invade through alaska Don' make me come ova there bitch...

Day to Day

On a completely different note then my post a few seconds ago, my buddy Nick and I, in true backwoods style, went out deep into the woods with a .22 and shot indiscriminately at shit that dared to move while we  were within eyesight or earshot. It was a great time. I also learned, because I was informed by the elderly man who asked for my ID when I was purchasing .22 bullets, that you have to be 21 in order to buy .22 bullets because they "can be used for handguns". As if this was something new, that have just been invented and revolutionized the ammunition business as we know it. We live in VT bro. Everyone and their mom's second cousin has a .22 and a shotgun in their house if not in their trunk. You're probably packing heat under your uniform monogramed polo and just don't want to sell me bullets cause it looks like I could have fun with them instead of stockpiling them and waiting for the ruskies to invade through alaska

First Post

It's funny, I had never thought of starting a blog until about 48 hours ago. I just had shitload of thoughts rattling around in my head, and no way of expounding them out into the world. So I figured, why not man.
The first series of thoughts I had that prompted this idea weren't and still aren't exactly sunshine and rainbows, but then again so few things in this world are. I was watching my first episodes of a TV show a friend had told me about, and something clicked. I really identified with the guy who the TV is centered around. Essentially what he got me thinking about is how idealized so many things in our society are. Love, The American Dream, Happy Endings, essentially how we all want our lives to end up but so few of us actually achieve it. Those who do usually live happily ever after because they've gotten there, they finally made it. But even some who make it aren't happy. They think that they deserve more, they think that they're better then everyone else and will stop at nothing to get even further ahead while there are millions struggling to just get by. We all want the sun setting slowly over the water, with the love of our life by our side, and the inability to stop smiling a goofy smile because we're so damn happy and we know it. I want it too. I want it more then anything. The question is, how many of us will get there, and how many of us will fail to at the expense of those who want more once they do.