media is an amazing thing, be it books, movies, film, whatever. it is something that can profoundly affect the way that you think, the way that you look at things, and the way you do things. because i know that i myself get stuck in patterns of thought. thinking outside of the box all the time is hard, because you go from day to day expecting the same things, and you learn how to deal with them. when all you do is encounter the same routines, the same ideas, the same people, it’s hard to think outside of it because there isn’t really a necesity to do anything else otherwise. outside sources of information can help you see things from different angles though. as much as i’d like to believe it (and i’m still not sure about this) everything isn’t black and white. actually, when i think about it, i take that back. everything IS black and white. everyone has a different idea of black and white though, so all these conflicting ideas become a jumble until it becomes grey.

so this grey is what makes up most of the ideas in our society, because an issue that is too far to one side is extreme. extremes are unpreferred, but sometimes necesary i suppose. how else would the world be the way that it is right now without some extremes to guide us towards a happy medium?

bah, i’m just talking out of my ass now, using this online medium as a place to collect my thoughts (which happens from time to time). i guess i could write these in a journal or something, but my typing speed is much better than my writing speed so this is easier to formulate ideas with. i could just type in some word document or something i suppose as well (i’d have to turn off auto spell checker to keep from going insane, and make sure i could access it from any computer as well) but i suppose i want to put this out there for whoever wants to read it. if my thought are interesting to you, then by all means keep reading. if not, then don’t. i don’t expect feedback from what i’m typing on this page, so it’s not so much direct ego stroking as it is indirect. i don’t know what draws me to blogger, but i keep coming back when i need to think things out by writing them down. call me a child of the digital age, with too much going on to sit down and write things out on paper, maybe add some personal touches of my own to it to make it mine. i just do this i think to get it down somehow, because if i can’t get it off my mind now, then in most instances, i’m gonna lose interest. my attention span is short and when my feelings induce my thoughts, there better be something right there to throw them down, otherwise they’ll probably be lost forever, because my mood is going to change about an hour after its conception.

and it’s unfortunate i suppose that i am the way i am, but there’s no helping that in any quick cut and paste way.

it’s funny because i sat down to talk about my media experience over the weekend and ended up talking about myself….guess it’s kinda funny how one ends up doing that in the end 🙂

i also think it’s funny that i accidently put a between my and self, and it just seems fitting.

but anyways, i was mostly influenced by a couple of movies i sat down to watch for the past couple of days including roger and me, and bowling for columbine, both done by michael moore. i think that he shows a pretty one sided story of what he’s trying to prove, but at least it’s something different. he’s an asshole, but sometimes it’s necesary to get things done. i also saw confessions of a dangerous mind which was just a crazy, ambitious project to pull off that went over very well for me. but the really great one this weekend was lost in translation, which i felt was a cinematic masterpiece. the color, the lighting, the shots, the actors, the music all came together to create a wonderful story about two people who connect on an intellectual level (bill murray and scarlett johansen) in a place that is odd to them (japan). i really doubt any other movie this year is going to stack up against it, but i do like to be surprised.

but i hate to cut my train of though off at the station, but i have to cook food and attend to other real life sitations and stuff

*pop*

back to reality

yo, this shizzle is on fo realz now foo.

one more month down the drain, and the school is steadily approaching. excited to be able to finally do shit i enjoy, and yet wary because living right now is like living in a dream like state. days and weeks blur together and there isn’t really any time frame, only events that have happened this summer. which isn’t a bad thing at all. auto pilot is very nice, and very little thought is required.

and in that sense i don’t really have much to talk about. i mean i haven’t really been activly thinking and hence i don’t have anything deep and thought provoking to lay down here. the mere fact that i keep reading this summer is the only thing that keeps me verbose. on that note, if anyone of ya’ll reading this hasn’t even thought of the chronicles of narnia since like 3rd grade (much like myself) it’s an awesome read. despite the heavily lain into themes of god (it is C.S. Lewis, of course) it’s just like reading harry potter. it’s light, easy, and goes at a good pace. there’s my plug for the evening, thank you very much.

so basically mall society is one of the funniest things ever. everyone who is there is pretty much a part of a living breathing organisim. the movie theater is like a seperate cell of the mall, but if you wander in a little bit you see the grittiness. you see high school girls all skanked out and you see all the little high school guys all thugged out. these two types do complicated ritualistic dance of mating (apparently kids are pretty much having sex as soon as they get to junior high) but there’s all sort6s of lewd remarks made about various body parts by the guys, followed by mindless giggling from the girls. i see this all the time when i’m in front of the mall cause i can’t stand to really be inside in the mall anymore than i have too, especially now that the weather is nice. but shit, sitting around the front, you see all the homies rolling by, blasting the latest hit from fifty cent or p diddy, or some other terrible rapper, and all sorts of 14 years olds sitting out front talking about the stuff they stole from the bon, and how they need to sell that shit so they can get some beer and get fucked up, and then fuck some hos.

this is just scratching the surface, i really think i need to do an in depth research project about the mall society, i mean mallrats is a fine representation, but it glorifies it. it’s time to get to the seedy underbelly of the matter, with no holds barred. adam and i were sitting out front a couple of days ago, and he made a comment to some effect of “man, imagine if i was fighting overseas and dying….for this.” and that was one of the funniest things i had heard in awhile. our country is just so incredibly rediculous, that i feel honored to be a part of it. the mall is a ghetto, an uirban sprawl of the worst parts of consumer life, all packed into 4 or 5 acres of pavement. it’s funny because it’s exactly what we’re preserving, not our rights or freedom in a way we want to express them, but as a way to live our lives of luxury. granted not everyone has it as easy as i do in this world (and i think i have it damn easy) i mean, i got all my limbs, i never want for anything i need to survive, i have family and friends, and i’m the healthiest i’ve ever been. no shit i’m lucky, and damn happy about it. but i mean, people fighting overseas aren’t fighting to preserve the ghetto, they’re fighting to preserve my upper middle class lifestyle. and i don’t deserve it, and that black hole of americana (the mall) sure as hell doesn’t either. but when it comes down to arbitrary arguments, who really does? i don’t deserve to be protected by other people, just as they don’t deserve to be protected by me. but it’s what holds this country (and the world i suppose) together. everyone has to band together to stay alive and produce the lifestyle that some people live in. not everyone can enjoy it, but i’m sure as hell not going to take it for granted. i love my life beacuse i am alive, and well, and that’s all i can ask for right?

hahaha, speaking of living, it’s time to take my bike out and go hardcore with my friends, and i know it will be rad