Dango's Blog

The first snow

2009-12-06T06:04:00.001-08:00

The first snow means something to everyone. Some have related the welcoming of snows arrival with a loved one now passed away, others just seem to find a place in their heart for the first blanket of white. Of course; many New Englander's can relate to this and within two weeks start shooting their mouth off at whatever encompasses winter.
If you have been reading this blog since it's birth, a year ago this past November, I'm hoping this post will seem like dejavu. Last years first snowfall was discovered on the morning of Dec. 6th, except I woke up in my own home this time. We all woke up in our own places of residence. There is someone who I wish could have shared this morning with, but that's the future.
If there is any proof of the changing times it's the difference between the posts of lasts years first snow to this years. Finally after a year has passed there is meaning to all of these post's, or at least a connection to be made. Every one's lives have gone through a change, in my case, for the better. Not to say I regret the morning of baby winter a year ago, but the hangover was like sitting in Barker's bass drum during this summer's solo; pounding and spinning, pounding and spinning.
The beauty of this first snow connection is that it wasn't planned. The coming of the snow and the powder-coated trees this morning made me want to write. Only after sitting down I realized it was the same thing a year ago...just a writer with an entirely different mindset...and a completely changed outlook. The real secret is this; taking a late night walk as the snow falls, before the rest really have a chance to wake up and take it in. It's almost as if the first snow is a gift acquired all for yourself. It is a gift of silence and exceptional aesthetic appeal but most of all a state of mind.
Some of the best conversations I have ever had with another person have been during walks in snowfall. Something in the snow brings out the truth in people. I will never forget a talk I had with my father at 16 years old walking in the snow; that's between him and I. My walk in the snow last night proved no different. Around midnight I put on the boots and Carhartt with more enthusiasm for a walk with the dog than I have had in months. Conversation was limited untill modern day technology was used as an outlet. My conversation fit perfectly with the first snows mood, even though I was walking through it and she was in bed. This is beside the point though. There is a rhyme and reason to most things in life, that is a belief of mine, but, if you fumble a line or don't think things out, that rhyme could fall flat and your reason could be clouded.

Cheers to this years first snow:

Iv'e got so much to talk about...

2009-12-03T20:04:00.000-08:00

Dec. 3rd., 2009

Christ...all I can say is...wow. It has been a long time since I've written for the blog.
Motion City Soundtrack eases it's way into my head.

If you have ever heard the song "My Favorite Accident" by this band, my life is equivalent to this.

Whoever may be reading this..I'm back.

I have decided to write again in a different aspect....a positive side.

Life right now is gaining speed every second. All of the crew is growing intelligent of the coming years. This is a strong beginning for a group of friends that had no concept of the actual world itself, lets say, a year ago?

Whoever has followed this blog knows it's all a story; if you we're there...then there's no question.

Many a night was spent in this states witch attraction. Still....my ideal anticipation for the future friendship of the entire FaMiLy has been awaiting recognition; we all have our individual aspects of life. The theme here is this..."I believe in medication.....it's so uplifting fuck yea" My friends and family are what I live by. Right now, I have everything. Discretion is something that is an art in itself. Knowing the life that awaits you...no matter how the outcome may be..is still something that you have made for yourself. And God damn!!, don't set yourself up for anything your not prepared for. This is the problem with our countries culture...we don't deal with it until it's staring us in the face. This bottom line issue is what fuels our paranoia in the first place.

I'm back, with a brand new outlook. Life has to follow your lines. Happiness is found in the scarcest places. What matters is that one other thing that makes you happy. Maybe it's someone else...in this case, yes. I have a bond to my friends, but also to another. My family is my foundation, and anything, or anyone, that makes it's way in through the solid rock wall of years and unbreakable bonds is welcome. This is what I have found and it inspires me to the fullest extent.

Finally.

2009-07-07T20:25:00.000-07:00

Happiness is something people take advantage of. To be content and happy is a blessing. To have something to depend on, and work for; while having someone supporting you...just incredible. To know that friends owe their past to you...and you to theirs....just makes a person level.

To be able to sit down and think about why life is going in one direction or another; and then realize it in fact is a virtue. What is even better is knowing exactly why these crazy things happen.

Noize is going so well. It has been so long; throughl ong nights and questions....our company has survived....the true message has been put forth. We are building a fan base...slowly but surely. From the sticks to the bricks, we represent the individual spirit of any generation; trying to make something of themselves. From legal issues to bad relationships...this company has survived....because of the message.

What is the message? Define it for yourself.

Do what ever the fuck you want; just stop the hate on other aspects of culture. I don't want to hear that a band such as "Blink 182 sucks" because you like Motley Cru at 20 years old in 2009. Think about it.

NOIZE CLOTHING 09. The begining.

Whoa.

2009-07-02T05:24:00.000-07:00

Yes...once again, I have failed to keep up with this. The rain has been relentless; June has given us nothing but wretched hangovers and a serious bias twards the weather. Things are entirely to busy for everyone, but we are all still trying to make things work....and things are working; slowly but surely.

After a long one.....

2009-06-04T20:30:00.000-07:00

A night post. Doesn't happen very often anymore. Not even sure who's keeping up with this.

It's truly a great time right now. Everything seems to be falling into place.

When your trying so hard to get a point across without directly SAYING it; the real fact comes out.

I'm right here, waiting for whatever is to be dished out. I only wish everyone else can welcome the future with open arms for what it is. Things change; and so do people, but there's always the root of attraction that will get anyone through. Every day should be taken by itself, and probably with a grain of salt. Everyday, as you leave bed, it's a challenge.

A friend of mine has a saying:

"Be kinder than necessary because everyone you meet is fighting some kind of battle"

Everyone has their own battle's everyday; it's just they way in which people deal with the battles that's different. Sure, everyone has their own problems and tasks to attack everyday; it's all in mindset and preparation. Making sure that your head is in the right place makes all the difference.

Despite the battle and the approach, there's two things that everyone has in the end; regardless: their friends and someone that will listen. There is always someone that will listen. When it's all said and done, the day's over, and it left with all of its troubles...tomorrow is another day, just waiting to sneak up on you.

And tomorrow is almost here. Christ, June 5th....where has the time gone...and what have we done? We have started the buzz. Put your guard up; tomorrow's a big day.

I embrace it.

2009-06-02T06:05:00.001-07:00

....Its just....how to get your foot in the door? Trying to establish a company and a fan base; with support that doesn't come and go with the weather is difficult.

I wish this never ends, it's a funny thing you know. Get your feet wet but don't dive in; it also looks as if we're slipping in. Why stop it? It makes no sense to fight something that only makes someone happy. And it makes even less sense to jump to thinking about the future and not the present. Time tells everyone if they were right or wrong in their own way; I'm willing to take the discipline if I'm wrong.

As the world spins and spins out of control what are we to do? We are taking hold in what we have been provided with, and keeping it safe, in what ever way we can. There is going to be alot of that this summer, on both ends of the spectrum. 2 weeks was the best thing that could of happened I think. Now its time to move forward; one of the best feelings in the world is moving forward with something that's already going well; I embrace it.

Noize site is going up soon....Noize blog? We are prepairing to launch.

Ok...it was the weekend.

2009-06-01T05:11:00.000-07:00

So, havent wrote in a while; things are snowballing. My brain spins faster every day. Noize is growing; and so are my nerves. There is so much to do and think about. Just sitting around constantly thinking of new ideas and concepts to bring onto the table...endless.

Its just game time in my eyes. It's very up in the air right now; everything. Excitement doesnt explain the begining of this summer.

The wheels touch down today..thank christ.

Big happenings.

2009-05-28T06:03:00.000-07:00

Noize is slowly planting its foot; and we'll stand like a brick wall as long as we can. So much support from so many people; thank you.

The past is finally gone. The past eats and eats until there is nothing left, and when the past finally retreats; when you have finally gained the upper hand in the fight, it still wont be over. The past is something that can always come creeping back. Old habits and false pre-tenses will never be erased from memory, but it's the decision to face the facts and continue on. However, never say that the battle has been "won", because surely, no one can simply "win" the fight with the past; put your guard down for a second and the future will hit you harder than the past ever could have. This morning I feel like I'm on top of it.

Ci manchi!

Dreams.

2009-05-27T04:33:00.000-07:00

For the longest time, my dreams and nightmares have been disappearing into the darkness before I can even comprehend what was going on. Hardly ever do the images and feelings stay with my head anymore after I awake. Except for this morning.

All the sudden I know 75 percent of the dream I had last night. We we're auctioning off a canvas for a good cause. The family was there..except with a different energy and vibe; a good one at that.

I think time away from a person is one of the best indicators. Time to think and sort through each individual aspect of what things mean. I've said it before, and it's coming again...it's the quality of life here people; being happy with where your at and the people around you; from family to foes.

What dreams actually mean is out of my hands, and frankly I don't care. For me; it's just re-assuring that a positive dream was remembered. It takes certain emotions to retain the feelings from a dream after you wake up...and there's nothing better then waking up with a smile.

It's a good start to the week (even though its Wednesday); being off for 3 days chewed me up and spit me out. It's that much closer to Friday, which is that much closer to next week.

5 left..

It just takes piece of mind.

2009-05-26T13:45:00.000-07:00

When it's crazy at home; it's a trainwreck. Sometimes, if you don't get away, you will start to loose control. Nothing compares to going from this place we call home to silence. That's the biggest thing. No sierens, honking horns, screeching tires, rice burners...etc. Just the natural sounds up there, which is usually next to nothing; the wind filtering through each and every tall pine, a loon crying out accross the lake, and even the crack and pop of a freshly lit campfire.

Central doesn't even know what it's in for this summer.

There is always the first day back; pulling off of route 1 and getting right into the mindset; the grind. But home still provides it's comforts; a good Italian Sub and the family ready to re-cap the events enjoyed by all.

We're on a six day wait...the worst is over now; anticipation circles my head day in, day out.

Leverage is everything

2009-05-21T06:18:00.000-07:00

From day to day life, or a lifetime of battles; leverage is our best friend.

Working in the kitchen is one of the most dangerous places. There's always mixing, folding, whisking, pouring, searing, cutting, chopping, frying, boiling, yelling and most of all...your supposed to keep a smile on your face. Leverage can be literal such as using a stool to get a higher angle on stirring something in a bowl or, leverage can just simply be having to go into work at 11:00am instead of 8:00am. Regardless, find leverage in everything you do.

Get the upper hand. We have the upper hand.

Not much to write about; not too insightful this morning. Its also going to be 90 degrees, mother nature is giving us a summer appetizer, and I'm going to be preparing exceptional meals for ungrateful swine. The way the world spins will never cease to amaze me. Fight that fucking swine-- from the legal system to your local boys in blue....leverage people; think about it.

Atleast the sun's out.

2009-05-19T06:14:00.001-07:00

Didn't want to face the day today. Two weeks is a long time; I'm already trying to fill the gap of days in my head with trips and work, just making sure I don't have enough time to let my mind start working against me. That's probably one of my biggest enemy's. Out of everthings Iv'e lost, I probably miss my mind the most.

Sometimes a Monday is an extention of the weekend, what the hell right. When Tuesday rolls around, it feels like monday; there's already one day gone.

Fight that swine...you will hear it over and over during the summer. Wick was succesfull in his riddle yesterday. Let's take that as a sign of brute intelligence and craftsmanship; and he's on board with us for the invasion.

Noize made round' the world...possible new slogan for the site. Also...optional new variation of the "Stix to the Brix" -- "Wood$ to the Hood$"

Well... the morning is burning away....dont quite know what time it is accross the pond. Reguardless, we await the return... and damn, this summer should me a memorable one.

Its time.

2009-05-18T05:40:00.000-07:00

When I say this I mean it. It was a long weekend, but not a normal one. Noize is well on its way.

Woke up on friday to a quote that describes my mindset going into this weekend.

--" Id rather make my name than inherit it".

To put it plainly, dont just take what your given, create your own name, your own backing.

A backing is a foundation, something to "fall back" on. No, im not talking about being smart with jobs and what not, making sure you have somthing to go back to incase life fails you. In my eyes, life doesnt fail or pass anyone, it's a matter of what the person can take from life. Yes, if it all goes south, if we all loose the five years of passion; I can survive. Everything in my power will be done to make sure Noize Clothing is put on the map as a major east coast company. There is my statement; anyone that chooses to dissprove that notion can just wait for the invasion.

$ ? $

2009-05-12T04:22:00.000-07:00

The rich may get richer, and the poor get poorer, but the happy are truly the fortunate ones. Nothing else should matter. Obviously this isn't a possibility due to the fact that we are a society driven on sex, violence, and greed. In no way am I perfect, nor do I completely denounce alot of the cultural norms that have become common. HOWEVER, to distinguish yourself from those things which you believe in and go against is a virtue. Don't listen to the swine, for christ sakes, does anyone decide what the want to wear, watch, listen to, read, even purchase? (hardly)

What's wrong with looking at the situation around and saying "fuck this"; nothing in perticular. It's alright to challenge your surroundings!!!! Everything this country was buiult on is from challenging cultural norms and scoiety's big bad thumb pressing down on the one's who haven't a choice. In our time, it is a case of the $$ up top....that swine. The swine that have royally lined us up with a stool and did the deed. As far as I'm concerned there are no excuses. Around here, we make due for ourselves, or atleast my primary group does.

The big picture get's bigger everyday. The division among people is so great, yet so damn close. When you think it all makes sence, even for five minutes if your mind say's "oh thats why"; it won't be long. Everyday is going to provide problems, increasing problems with more and more drastic consequences. Hold on.

Take nothing for advantage for christ sakes.

Tue. morning....busy day. 5_3_ (anticipation).

The adventure is here.

2009-05-11T06:24:00.000-07:00

It's summer, what can I say. Finally, after this winter and all of its torture there is some light. Not in the sence of new life for wildlife and the woods, but new a new confidence. It's all there for a taking, just open your eyes.

A clean sweep last night for everyone from the penthouses to the slums; it was Boston's night.

Waiting isn't a possibility; its the planning and anticipation that counts. Find confidence in whatever you can; regaurdless. Most of all, appreciate what you have obtained, and do everything in your power to hold on tight.

Monday, Monday.....Here's a tip of the hat to winter and all of it's fury:

We'll be here to meet you again.

Gonna take a freight train, down to the station, and I don't care where it goes.

2009-05-08T04:02:00.000-07:00

Murphy's law will come in to effect. When things can go wrong they will, when theres doubt, there is always possibilty of failure. Failure in any sence of the word; it depends on your goals.
My first instinct this friday morning was to get up and go...just fucking leave. Everyone does it anyway's, they just dont go as far as I want to. This place get's to me, and when closure is finally found; that too is taken away.
Confusion and chance have had a big influence the past few weeks on my mood & attitude; the change was welcomed. ANY change was welcome, and maybe thats it, it's what we all need, a change of pace compared to what 'they' tell us to do.

Why do other people decided our future, who decided what quality of life IS anyways? Education kills me.

I am no fortunate one. Spit on the silver spoon. The future holds no bounds, but the present does, and for good reason. Nothing gets through my head without a damn good reason. Why do we always have to settle things NOW?; for fear of losing it. And losing somthing that you've been working for without yourself even knowing makes everything that much more of a whirlwind of shit. Because after somethings gone, and there's nothing that can be done...then you realize how important it was. If the loss results in no feelings at all, then you didn't want/need it that bad. When your dissrupted inside, deep down, knowing that what you lost was an increadibly positive thing, all you can do is shake your head. What makes it allw rap into a tight little bow is when you dont know till it's gone. It's the nature of the beast.

Happiness comes in the strangest forms. From a left handed cigarette or the best vanilla cupcake w. chocolate frosting and rainbow sprinkles, it's all what makes you tick. When a person knows what they want, it's not always the easiest things to execute, all someone can hope for is a chance. And by god if you see it then grab it. The last thing anyone needs to feel is the feeling of losing something they never knew was important to their way of life. You can't always get what you want...but if you try sometimes, you just might find...you get what you need. Find what you need before its GONE all togeather. And this battle begins....

-Just some thoughts going into the weekend.

Hump Day.

2009-05-06T08:52:00.000-07:00

Its not the best of weather, but it's alright. One exam to go untill total dis-connect from further education. That summer sun is right around the corner,;oh the summer sun!

Not sure how I'm going to regulate posting yet, who knows how many posts will go up throughout the day...

5_3_ tonight. Bruins and Celtics, looking forward to it.

Taking a bad situation and making it right, that's what matters. No matter the outcome, if you can take a situation and do your best to turn it around, in the only way you know how it is a gift. Why? Human nature...when potential is seen through tired eyes, the beaten and battered get new strength.

THIS IS IT!!!

2009-05-05T18:20:00.001-07:00

I'm BACK!! Yes, it has been almost two months since my last post. Why so long?..the winter was a bitch, and the waltz into spring was more like a stagger. Everythings alright now though...two final's to go and summer. The word brings promise and oppertunity to mind.
This is what writing's about; putting on an old CD and just writing. I plan for an eventful spring. With the Noize site due to be up soon..new T-Shirts, stickers, and a friggen legal document that say's its our's. The Noize logo is ours, and so is the company name "Noize Clothing"; got it trademarked finally.My drumming is comming along nicely, some plans for that also...oh plans, plans.

"Its time to make something of ourselves."

Spring has finally come, it's the blessed month of fucking May. Here we are, finishing off our battle stance at school, and plotting the upcoming summer months. Its a time in life where you have to grasp what is in front of you, and not just listen to whatever everyone else is telling you. Listen to the people who know you best. Go with your heart.

"Life is either a daring adventure or nothing at all"
-SDN
And that my friends is it. Here's a new summer, new members of this group we call "FAMILY". New experiences, places, and people to meet and greet. It is one thing to just accept what is given to you, and accept that what you have gained is the extent of it. The key is, there's always more. Right is right. If youre the person that see's a door when its open, and wonder's whats behind it, life is serving you correctly. Take a chance, make a memory, build a friendship, a relationship, a kinship. Nothing compares to family, and home.
This is what we represent, this is why we're here.

--]a\G()

"The Future Freaks Me Out" - MCS

2009-03-02T19:39:00.000-08:00

Well its true isn't it? It's March, and we're shoveling again. The snow was almost gone, a few idiots even mentioned spring. Then, what do you know, Mother Nature dumps on us again.

So, here we are, at the Dorm and wasting time. We decend back into the depths of Central for an over-night stay. It seems as if the recent storm kicked us in the ass and said "don't get too excited now boys, winter's death isn't over yet".

As a product of our environment, along with being glued to this place, we reside in the best way we know how. "When safe is just a state of mind"; it's all a person needs. A piece of mind in this world is all anyone as right to. To have the ability of knowing what your doing, and why your doing it, is a virtue in my eyes.

Spring's coming. Before we all know it, we'll be around the fire in August, thinking about how summer passed us by. It's 15 degrees outside, but its always warm inside the Dorm.

2009-02-26T19:10:00.000-08:00

The chance to succeed is at our fingertips. It's just the ability to grab a hold that insists on standing in our way.

The thing with potential these day's; it's not all you need. "You got potential" doesnt mean what it used to. First of all, everything cost's money. Second, people have to live. We're not just talking about survival here, it's everyday life. There's no way around working a job that keeps you afloat, but there's nothing that stings more than knowing what is possible outside of this ever day drag.

There's alot to come... "here comes the promise of summer"

Too long.

2009-02-17T11:57:00.000-08:00

It's been too long for alot of things. Too long in the same old kitchen, making money off of the dieing. Its been too long since I have talked to old friends. It's been too long since Iv'e wrote.

Today wasn't an ordinary day, old feelings and regrets were awakened for one reason or another. Today was a time for reflection in a sence; to bury a hatchett and realize that to dwell on things of the past is a rule of my own that I have been breaking for so long. Everything that happens will have a deffinate outcome later in life.

People change with time, regaurdless of how satisfied you are with yourself and your well being. A connection with someone will always be there, despite the departure of friendship, no matter how deep the roots go. That connection is human nature; human nature being a branch of mother nature means that theres not a god damn thing you and I can do about it.

What goes on in our minds is as personal as we want it to be, and so are our feelings. Unless, of coarse, these feelings are shared by another person, or a group of people. Then, there is no doubt of that connection; its almost like an electric current. In the end, that connection will be fulfilled, with a friend or enemy, it's just your choice how to accept it.

When everyone around you says no, no, no, naturally that's what you'll think. The gift in the lesson is this: the little voice in the back of your head, yes that one, its YOURS. And lets just say thats the only one you need to listen to. Thats instict, your own right and wrong, your own past experiences, the reasons for connections.

Damn I feel better now.

This was it.

2009-01-12T21:42:00.000-08:00

This was it for me;tonight at Bill's. Actually it was yesterday (Monday). Its 12:45 a.m. on Tuesday, and I'm up. Work starts for me at 7:00. Gotta be up for buisness with John J at the registry. Life has been lived, tonight was a capping off. A bitter sweet cap to a wonderful year past. Now, I hope the future proves to be even more exciting, it different way's than 08'.

I realize the post from Saterday/Sunday is still not finished, but tonight is no night for that sort of work. I experienced a bond with people tonight. The sence of "is this too much" was in the air. I'm not afraid to admit it. Personally, these are my true feelings, what the fuck?...they are probably listening anyway. "They" is for whoever is out there. Whatever government prodject is looking in on this post, or to whoever the fuck cares...this is my life, my experience.

The "bond" I speak of is simple. The time we live in is twisted, chopped, and grinded into a mixture of possibilities. Ah, this reminded me of a quote.

"Dwell in possibility" This quote hangs above Wick's toilet, in his place of residence. Emily Dickenson is the proper owner of the quote, and if anyone knows of my connection to that depressing poet...christ, its ironic on a Monday afternoon. In my eyes, there should be no "dwelling" in any possibility ; it should be acted upon.

Acting according to what I feel within a moment is who I am. Now, whoever reads this understands. Whether it's good or bad, whoever reads this slice of the world wide web will know abnout me. I guess this is how people get to know each other theses days...its quite confusing to me.

See, here is how I met m friends. There was no forum or chat that introduced me into my friends (famil). Through trial and tribulation; we stay togeather. In situations where our personal world is collapsong around you...these friends were there. We were brought togeather by chance, pure luck that we all have each others back's. In my eyes it's a gift; one I refuse to pass up.

Here is my teastament to the new year. Let's do it. Everyone knows what i'm talking about. From Naples, Maine to Central, we can make something of ourselves. Its 1:00A.M. My sleep is important for the day ahead. All of the family is fast asleep...read for the challenges of modern-day America tomorrow. We are all armed with a piece of mind, and a past to prove it.

Good luck to all who stand in our way. Our circuit is tight and our door's are lashed with bondfs that will last a lifetime. Captain, im goin' down with the ship! Either way....Sub-shop/Millionaires.

......................................And our all comin' for the ride. Read up....more to come.

Wild, Wild horses...couldn't drag me away.

2009-01-10T19:42:00.000-08:00

"Around 11:30?

The snow is falling...and in nice form. This is a perfect snowflake, resting on my rabbit fur hat."

It is again a winter night. The snow should start really dumping around midnight. Ahh the joys of living in New England. The snow brings excitement, and an urge to be out in the elements. Being out in the elements is like home to me. Since I could walk, my father distilled the outdoors inside of me, this is somthing I plan to pass on. My emotions about the wilderness is well known within my family. When I say "my family", I mean "ours". For christ sake, its not "mine". Everyone contributes to the family's way of life. (My fucking "Y" key doesn't work too well on m laptop, I appoligize for any words missing a "Y"....damn computers.)

As I flip on "Salt Dog" by Flogging Molly from my iTunes, my thoughts go to a brother...Wick, feel better man, we all hope for a speedy recovery. The dorm longs for your Irish mumblings, and the "funk" just aint right without ya'.

The impending storm looms outside the dorm walls. It's fine, my sences told me about the storm first thing this morning "red sky in morning-sailors warning". Dont know where I first heard it, but I live by the saying; constantly checking the phrase in my head when I see the sun rise or set. At about 7 a.m., the sky was a purple pink..storm's comin'. Why...I have no clue, but the old saying hasn't failed me yet.

Let's try something...? Bill and I....possibly Freedman, will be going on a walk through the height of the storm. This post will contain a before and after account of the walk. Currently, the storm has given only about an inch, and thats stretching it. At 11:10 P.M., this little bitch of a New England disturbance hasn't shaken any resident. Lets see what she has for us; Mother Nature is more powerful than any weapon, and should never be doubted. I will mark the time when we leave, and make a remark upon our return to the dorm.

12:30 A.M.- We depart. Bill, Freedman and I head out into a storm ridden Central.

1:45 a.m.- My report on the walk:

Just wait. Stay tuned...

One wrong move.

2009-01-09T05:37:00.000-08:00

Everyone changes, regaurdless of weather they think they do or not. There's always the wise ass who insists that he or she has been the same person since high school, but that's probally not a good thing. Personally, changing is an every-day occurence for me. Despite the ammount of time spent in the same places doing the same thing, there are always new obstacles to overcome.

What if my parents never desided to move out of Lynn and English was my Highschool? What if I watched way more MTV than I should have, and got sucked into today's version of entertainment? What if? Thats a question to ask yourself.

One wrong move in my past and my life is 100% different. "Wrong move" meaning a different decision in my past. My life now is fine, wouldn't change a thing. Everything in my past has attributed to my life as it is now. Everything from mistakes to painfull decisions shapes and molds a person (if you dont let THEM get you). "THEM" is the greater power of the man, and this is what we've been working against our whole lives. I speak as if im speaking for my family.

Decisions, decisions, decisions. They are made everyday, shaping life for your future. But, in order to be content with whatever is going on in your life a person needs to know why. Why things are the way they are, good I regret nothing. Regretting your past never helps, it only hurts. One wrong move could have sent me down the wrong path. My friends have kept me on the path, we also keep each other on track and will continue to do so.

So much to come....so, so much.

"All hell can't stop us now."

2009-01-08T08:10:00.000-08:00

This is a testament to the year 2008. My friends and I have created a family of people, young and old, big and small, from the northern woods of Maine to the streets of Boston. Everything I am is attributeds to time spent with these people. Thank you.

In 2008, alot went on...damn. The year kicked off with a series of events...about four or five hours into the new year, that would set off a year of questionable things. The Dorm became our home, a safehouse of sorts, but open to anyone. At any given time members of our family can show up, and plant their ass till the morning. Over the comming months most of us fulfilled the Dorm's open door policy. The King and Queen of the house should have claimed us all on their taxes.

The summer went as it has never gone. A perfect balancing act done by all members of the family has since been rewardfull. We are kind of what you would call night owls, night owls strung out after hanging around in a cow pasture. During the summer, every week was met with news tasks do work around the scene at the Dorm. Every single night somthing was accomplished in my mind; lifelong bonds with friends.

As the schoolyear approached, everyone started to pull on the reigns. Now, trying to stop a horse is one thing, but strying to stop a wild stallion on crystal meth is another story. (its immagry; none of the family is a dependant drug user). Needless to say, two weeks into school, myself and the rest of us said fuck the sadlle, and hopped on the damn wild animal for the ride. Now, for the picture.

A great tradition was started in the late months of August, and in the fall. Some of us acquired a long for the deeper wilderness, tenting and trying to survive became a hobbie. Camping trips will now ensue year round, it just doesnt matter. Our family's bond stretches deep into the soil of our natural earth. This friendship has roots deep in many different backgrounds, styles, and personalities. "The Life"; from here on in blog readers will have privaleged knowledge about the origins of this saying, for us atleast.

"The Life" is whatever your doing right now. To have friends, to be the best of both worlds, to chalenge that wild beast inside all of us; that's the life. Whenever your leaving a brain bouncing concert, or taking a hike through the woods, just muttering "the life" meanse your happy with who you are, what you do, and who's around you while all that is going on.

The winter came in with a bang and the family ran towards the blast. Weather it be snowstorm or car troubles, all lengths were went to in order for the family to chill. It truely was "the best christmas ever". Writings and tales about 2008, and years past, will echo through our hearts and souls as testaments to our way of life here in New England. As the new year rolled up, we charged; finishing off in the best way possible; quite possibly the only wa we know how. 2009 came, and we are ready.

In order to ground ourselves for the new year, three of us made the decision to head north, and visit some of the family. Adam's healing up well, and T is T. Freedman, Kap and I went "home" to start off the ear in the correct fashion, and we succeeded. Let's look ahead guys and gal's, time to make things happen.

Why not?

2009-01-05T07:02:00.000-08:00

This past week was a long one at that. My system just hasn't seemed to slow down untill now. The week was broken up into two parts: before and after new years.
Before new years all that anyone was thinking about was the party on New Years Eve. (pictures coming soon) After that party, there was a striking realization that we still had the weekend to deal with.
The original plans for this weekend was to head down to Rhode Island to record some music with Kap and his buddy Keith at his father's recording studio. My anticipation of this sort of thing dates back to my grammer school years. Of course, what can go wrong will go wrong, and we didn't make it to Rhode Island. For one reason or another, me, Kap, and Freedman decided to head north instead of soluth (a wise decision any day).
We headed to the spot in Maine, our home. We stayed in the Freedman's trailor. Three guys, two last minute food bags, and plent of winter atire. Our stay in the Vacation state lasted less that 24 hours, but that's all that we needed.
My face and lips are chapped, and my lungs are refreshed from the clean northern air. My mind has been replenished knowing that a place like Maine still exists; it hasn't been run down by some corporation. The wilderness still thrives in certain parts, Maine being one, and that is what we seek. My friends and I search for the next new expirience to break away from the dwelling of the city, and thats what we did. Our own version of therapy and rest, the way nature intended it.

Haha

2009-01-02T06:10:00.000-08:00

Once again..slacking on the pots's. Between the holiday's and noize, and work...the time hasn't slowed up once, imagine that. This weekend will prove to be no different, next week I'm back.

So...the posts.

2008-12-17T17:56:00.000-08:00

I kno, I kno. As my good friend Kap has let me know via my wall on Facebook, my post's have been slacking. The semester is coming to a close, and that caused panic. There was a rush to pass classes and ultimatly make the grade. My time has been spent worrying about schoolwork and a vehicle I am waiting to purchase. Wow. The week has gone by quickly...too quickly. Christmas is next week. It's time to start getting my shit in line.
From http://www.noizeclothing.com to the upcoming music prodjects; it's all coming. I will be posting more...and I havent forgotten about the lost notebook. Soon, it is all coming soon. Kap, no more wall writing from you....

Final Paper: First Semester.

2008-12-11T03:47:00.001-08:00

Due to the increase in my workload, the postings have slacked...once again. The end of my first semester, softmore year, came to a close, a week and a half proved to be the time to get all of my work done. It is a mad dash to pass all of our classes.For one reason or another, stress and anxiety have filled my past few days. This is the last paper of the semester for my Communications class. At hand was the question of weather or not a society should permit to allow itself to destroy themselves.

Throughout our course this semester, many topics have been discussed. The approach taken towards the subject matter was that of a different nature. On the first day, I remember the statement made by my professor “I’m here to help discourage you from becoming a Communications major” (this was said with a smile). My personal experience proved to be one of learning, and not discouragement. Even though the course wasn’t directly taken from the textbook, my mind still expanded with unexpected knowledge.
Two days ago my class was confronted with a difficult question: Should a society permit or not permit to allow its citizens to destroy themselves? What a question. “Destruction” is also a very strong word. The point where destruction begins and ends is also a un-clear line; especially for our country’s citizens. As far as violence against innocent people, there should be none permitted. However; letting the powers that be intentionally persuade a society to the point of “destruction” is wrong. Our perception of destruction is somewhat distorted; violence isn’t all that brings down a society. Perception is also what our own destroyer’s have used against us…again and again.
Our country is based around Freedom. Do what you want, when you want to do it; within limits. The United States Government is not supposed to have an influx into economics and personal finances. However, when a countries economic system is based on supply and demand where the only place to go is up; regulations are twisted. A few years ago, people would have said “the government doesn’t belong with their nose in financial problems”. However, when there are jobs at stake, and an ever-creeping recession around the corner, failing financial tycoon’s such as GM Motors will receive attention from the Government; bar none. Freedom is freedom, but where is the line drawn for these monumental situations?
The truth is: there is no line. Remember, “Government shouldn’t be involved”. This is a free country, something I’m sure GM would love to declare, especially at this time. They had their freedom’s to advertise, market, and sell their product. This country gave them a chance to be the wealthy business people they are today. All these freedoms that were given, and have been given to all of us, are what can hurt us in the end. There are lines to be drawn with this word “freedom”. To live your rights is one thing, but to have a society crumbling due to certain freedoms of financial tycoon’s business plan is completely un acceptable. If the government runs this country, they should know how these companies operate.
Our whole country operates around media. Media, advertising, public relations, brand loyalty, and the list go on. From week to week, the buzz is different through our nation. Corporations that make every day American life what possible bring in enormous sums of money. This money is in-turn spent on everything that keeps a company running from factory to consumer. Or, possibly, the money belonging to a corporation funds various marketing schemes and trends that work their way into American culture. If our Government (let’s hope they do) knew the amount money and value big corporations have to our economic system, it doesn’t make any sense to me why there was never any regulations.
I’m just a soft more in college. What our country is experiencing now is a time of uncertainty. Due to whatever reason, just pick one; our country is spiraling downward. The failure of major corporations that built the foundation for our economic system is happening. No one could have seen this coming, or could “they” have? The real question is whether or not our Government knows what to do with the task at hand. After all, our government doesn’t have the cleanest financial record either. The way our country runs, one press conference stating the downfall of our economy, and ultimately modern day culture, would send our fellow citizens into frenzy. Our media, the one thing that had the biggest job in our country would bring us the news. Of course, the news wouldn’t tell the whole truth; that get’s no ratings. Who knows if our Government would even know if it could all end tomorrow (our economic system that is). Then again, we are a free nation; a free nation raised by media and entertainment. The cycle goes on.

First Snow.

2008-12-07T06:25:00.001-08:00

Upon waking up in the drom this morning: the scene wasn't well lit. All of the lights in the Dorm are off besdies the light trying tp break through the garage door. Another new event works its way into the dizzy convorsation; snow. It seems as if our season's first accumulating storm has left its mark early this morning.
Wick crawals out from under a blanket. Out of the seven fish in this tank, Wick seems to be in the roughest shape. The poor by doesn't know up,down, left or right. He's gone belly up, the smile on his face suggests that his sleep was not enjoyed.
However..I will assure you that there is no betterway to start a Sunday morning than shoveling the years first snowfall. We all got up and "celebrated" the new white stuff in our traditional way. Less than a few hours ago we were all half sleeping on the concrete floor. Right now, it's coffee and breakfast with family. Sitting in our home base, Central's hospitality played out right in front of our eyes.

Second go at it.

2008-12-06T20:29:00.000-08:00

Travis Barker and DJAM play over the speakers. The dorm is in full bloom right now. Our man Tom still stands strong. Our day proved to be filled with directions to Bass Pro Shops...and my sister's Honda Civic was riding on the frame.
I feel as though our Central hospitality has been too much for Tom. The poor boy has to drive to Maine at 7A.M. But, here is alos another specific instance I would like to bring up. The object of discussion is my dear friend Freedy.
His clothes stay on only when he is sober. That's harsh; the man isn't a pig, he just loves kerosine running down his throut like a fire hose. The kid warns to head down south to Winthrop. Harvey calls for our attendance to the Patriots game: there will be a manuscript. See, Freedy is down for anything. At any point in time...no matter what the situation, he's there. Freedy is just one of those friends that can't dissapear. He will be roaming around Lynn, MA for the rest of his life. Walnut street will forever hold the entrance to my good friends philosophy.
Friends keep showing up...my time is needed. I am the frontman of this family I feel. These kid's mean the world to me. Family..it includes friends, and nothing comes between family. "It was all a dream" -Biggie said it best. The whole room is arrupting in chrous. B.I.G.; he knew, only the good die young. My dream was to have a circuit of friends that would back me up 100%. It's now.

"Little less talk, alot more action"

2008-12-05T21:14:00.000-08:00

Right now, a Mainer sits in the bucket seat. This seat rests in the home of the "family". All of our friends, some of our enemy's; keep them closer than your friends. This is my first post, reporting on Tom's stay in Mass. He's been in the Bay State since about 5:00p.m. Upon his arrival, my sister greeted him, and he seetled in to the Jodoin household.
Right now though, my band of merry pranksters buzz about in the dorm. The whole crew showed up to our spot tonight; in honor of Tom. See, this is a first time thing for him...we want to do it right. We owe the kid a good show of hospitality; his family has dealt with the boy's recreations for years now. It's Tom's time to let loose; Central style. The mood seems to be getting tense, pressures are being added from both sides. Uncomfortable: yes. Necissary:no, but always a present factor of the long fluid-filled night.
By this time its Saturday morning. "Today" in the technical sence will prove to be busy. Tom and I will venture to Bass Pro Shops; to keep him in his own element. For instance: I wouldn't be bringing "T" (as we call Tom for short) to lets say Anna's in Somerville. The country boy just can't handle the busy technicalities of the city streets. Race is also a factor. My good friend is educated from a school district where there's maybe, at most, a half dozen darker skinned people.
Now, a half hour into Saturday morning, Freedy all of the sudden notices my presence in the room. I stole the computer and have been typing; unnoticed. Buffalo are running wild off of the HD, and he audience is stoned like an 18th century criminal. "Your making me want to come over and punch you"- Freedman's testament to my passion. "A little corner in the wall creature right now" -Wick's description of my practice. Wether the boys don't understand...or they are just too hung up on their raging hormones...fuled by booze and tight female clothing. Now that the females have exited, the elaboration of past conquest's ring off the walls of the Dorm with a background tune of Neil Young's "Home on the Range". "Where the Buffalo Roam" is bubbling out of the screen into the depths of the sexual conversation. More or less; I'm just reporting.
On what..? I'm not sure. What will all of these post's ammoutn to?
did Hunter S. know that his actvitities would be viewed by garage-rooms full of young college students viewed is vice's as prophecy and rebellion? My group of troubled "students" view the Hunter S. cult classic's as a portol into a world we will never see. But now we create our own world... similar to the one he lives... but justified in it's own right. Goodnight. or good morning; it dpends on your preception. Me, I dont care. Freedy (the charcter that has still drifted but not fully entered), Wick, Kap, and Bill will finish this war off with me.
Once again, the depths of Central have called...and we have answered with a tribute to a friend. Hopefully there will be a post for the next set of activites for this weekend. Oh boy; hockey will be seen only through wise consideration of my actions over the next 48 hours. Sleep soon.

North Travels South.

2008-12-04T19:22:00.000-08:00

Up North, Lakes Region, ME to be exact... just a quick jaunt up 95 to the Maine turnpike,my other home awaits. I have a few friends up there; brothers to be honest. Tom is Adam's right hand man, as Adam is to Tom. The two Mainer's go hand in hand. But, Tom is from the North, and he's not used to my parts down here. He will be arriving via Chevy pickup "bout round 2:00 tomorrow".- Tom's accent is one of a kind, Mainer, Mass, and redneck all twirlled into one.

The kid will be staying in Peabody for tomorrow and Saturday night. We have to be carefull though... leaving him alone in the city could prove to be a fatal disaster. See, tom is'nt used to the way things work "round these parts". My day will be filled with cuss words and denial over working 11:30a.m. untill 7:30p.m. Hopefully the night will prove to be a success; show him some good old C.P.M. hospitality. Our Outdoorsmen fix will be fufilled with a trip to Bass Pro Shops in Foxborrow on Sat. The following night will be adventurous, a true walk on the other side of the tracks for Tom.

Billy now turns to me with an idea. He works up a good plan, and intends to execute it will ease. Who knows if it will worlk. Bill's plans are often complex, but feasible with his own participation. Who knows how the posts will go this weekend, if it proves to be on the strong side, I will speak with the world next week. Eagerly, we all anticipate the wood's spokesperson's arrival.

Adam's Ankle.

2008-12-03T11:32:00.001-08:00

Now, I have said in previous posts' that certain characters would be introduced throughout the Blog. This picture is my introduction of Adam. Ever since I have known the kid, he's been toast. From bmx bikes as young teenagers, to snowmobiles; it's balls to the wall, no if and's or butts...an if anyone say's "Adam, you wont do it" he simply replies "Fuck You" and does the task at hand. Wether it's skipping over water on a sled, (for hundreds of yards) , or gapping a twenty foot hill from parkinglot to skatepark, two angels sit on his shoulders. At any given day his agenda could lead him flying over the back balance bar of a 5ft. quarterpipe. You'll always know where he's been. Somewhere on the asphalt, the smell of burnt off-road tires lingers. There could be a wooded road, trail, or path being raped of its natural state as a Chevy pickup rips through mud and vegitation.

See, Adam just doesn't quit. The idea of giving up on something, no matter how feasible the idea may be, has never and will never occur to him. Take for instance this x-ray. This is Adams new ankle. The plate and five screws were cranked into his bone yesterday afternoon. Up around his parts, there's about three inches of snow. As I have come to learn through my sources, Adam was launching a step-up.for anone not firmiliar with the activities of a guy like Adam, that's a jump where the take-off ramp is lower than the actual landing. Therefor, the athlete has to go higher and stay higher than he/she would off a normal jump.

Adam- "the jump was like 5 feet tall and the landing was atleast 40 to 45 feet from the lip of the jump and it was like a 5 ft step up". The sticks always have a few good stories to provide; this will prove itself. As for now, I wish Adam a speedy recovery; Git-R-Done n' go get em' boy!

Bandwagon Jumpers

2008-12-01T19:15:00.000-08:00

Wick. "Just give me a taste"; he glares at me. It has been a long day, a long one indeed. But, the day proved to be smbolic in a way. My friend, "Wick", wears a brand new Boston bruins hat. With the upcoming December schedule for the young Boston team, their popularit could continue to grow on the media circuit.
Before last season, no one in my family ever spoke of the team, winning or not. When the games were playing in the kitchechen not a question was asked. Now, with the current Bruins record of 7-1-1, the games are mentioned by my mother and father. This is the proof that the media crowd is jumping on the bandwagon.
Upon walking into the hat store, my good friend Wick was full of mall food and well dressed for the occasion. The black shoes laced to his feet embelish a lime green logo. His tan pants match the hunter green and tan plaid shirt he wears on this rainy day. Around his neck hangs a St. Jude mdeallion. His gold chain tops off his ginny mick look. Now he needs to complete his uniform, and into the hat store he goes.
As Wick walks through the doors, he turns to his left. There is almost a whole half wall of new Bruins hats. Wick looks at the display of Boston pride, and with a curling corner of his mouth say's "See, this is for all the bandwagon jumper's". He ended up buying a nice hat, a real big yellow "B" was offset on the left die of the hat.

From Turkeys to Projectile Peaches

2008-11-29T19:16:00.000-08:00

The holidays are filled with more stress than needed. My "thanksgiving break" was spent working, and trying to enjoy the holidays around the constant work in a kitchen. My job has a big efffect on my holidays. At 7:00a.m. on Thanksgiving my time was spent prepairing to serve a brunch. All the trimmings, from a carved turkey to scrambled eggs and bacon; the morning proved to be tedious and annoying. To be perfectly strait; my holiday was ruined by having to go to my place of employment.

Another situation that proved to fulfill itself over break so far was to get lit. No beating around the bush here; the kids you went to high school with all come home. The college student's that come home for the holidays without jobs just can't wait to send themselves spinning. And what do you know; I'm gonna join em'.

Yes, the post's are slacking. But lessons had to be learned about peaches, and money had to be made. Tonight will be long, yet again. Bill has been on this holdiay break misson every step of the way. We are almost like explorers in the game of life. Who knows?

'72

2008-11-24T17:48:00.000-08:00

Over the past two weeks, my Journalism class has been covering “Fear and Loathing: On the Campaign Trail ’72”. The coverage has jumped around, surveying the months that were closest to the point of the semester. See, the chapters are divided up into the twelve months of 1972, with a concentration on the presidential campaign. Thompson goes through the events of each month, some (chapters) lasting longer than others. We most recently covered the months of November and December. Let’s just say this: the descriptions and testimonies of these two chapters are incredible, incredibly un- believable.
Pg. 397, In the November chapter of the Thompson novel, the mood changes to a serious, slightly saddening tone. The “Editors Note” explained how Thompson went through a series of nervous seizures after a flash back. Now, the editor had resorted to Thompson composing his book vocally, into a microphone on an eight foot chord connected to a tape recorder. The chapter was actually typed out in an interview format with a question and answer outline. Hunter...The poor man...Rambled on and on about the Eagleton incident and the crash of the McGovern campaign. Eagleton refused to cough up his medical records, which still sit in St. Louis. The records prove the information given to the McGovern campaign about “electric shock treatment” Eagleton received, and never notified a soul. McGovern couldn’t follow through with his pledge to back him; but his staff could not provide the records. The whole thing made McGovern sink, in an odd melt of sadness and rage.
The interview is so raw and literal, you can almost see Thompson, pacing around the room...Babbling off answers to the poor editors questions. Imagine the task of deciphering the words when composing the chapter. At one point, Thompson is by a window looking onto the street, the text reads: “HST: Excuse me, but I think I see a mescaline dealer down there in the street; proof of his madness.

The Weekend

2008-11-23T15:57:00.000-08:00

Somehow, I have to learn how to controll my weekends. The just develop into one big party. Nothing was posted yesterdayt, because I was busy with work around the house, then a night full of writing. The manusript I composed last night into the dark, early hours of this morning is a private one, but snipits from the piece will be posted and talked about. As for right now, I have to mentally repaire for the battle known as"Goalie". Just another weekend night...or was it?

P.S.- My piece on the Hunter S. Thompson book will be posted tomorrow.

"Like Riding Gods Own Motor Cycle" - HST

2008-11-20T19:37:00.000-08:00

That's a quote from a 1972 based book called "Fear and Loathing: On the Campaign Trail '72" . Soon, I will post a review of the "November" chapter. Today was another day in November; where the cold rips down your neck under your coat. Walking around all day proved to be an un-pleasent reminder of winters abrupt arrival. Celtics won, the new flatscreen tells no lie..(98-80). There is always a game on in Central.
The night has grown old, and the day was longer than ever anticipated. As a thursday, the weekend will prove it STILL will show no mercy. Tomorrow, I plan to have the review done; if it's not posted, the day has once again gone to hell. No, really...that sounds too vicious; if I have the time and ability to edit my piece it wil be posted.
Now.."Casino" belts at my ears from the big screen; Big Brother in it's purest form. I would like to set a goal for myself, and the blog. Upon going through an old notebook, I stumbled upon some of my first real attempts at writing. They were written upside down, in the back of a plastic covered Mead, general rule notebook. Up untill recently, they have gone un-noticied and forgotten about.There..thats to keep the audience interested.
As my parter Kap downlaods a sample to my flash drive that I hold on my keys; for a drum beat im working on...its time to go. Tomorrw is another day. Now i'm being rushed out the door, the travel kit is packed, and away we go.

The Cold

2008-11-20T12:21:00.000-08:00

Today, I woke myself up. In a sense, I brought myself up to times. It was almost as if my mental state was falling and not recognizing where the hell the time was going. Then, as I looked at the date it said November 20th. Suddenly I felt a rush of blood to my face and a realization that things were changing. This was a feeling of digging head first into the ground, then having a pickup truck hook up chains with your ankles and pull like hell. It shifted my whole day. The days are shorter, and the weather is colder, it's time to hunker down for the big winter haul.
New England makes the best out of its winter. From ski resorts to ice fishing to pond hockey, it all comes and goes with the holiday winter season; Christmas Season (it just can't be called that anymore...especially if every word out of you're mouth insists on being snivelling politically correct statement.) See I knew this would happen.....this is garbage. The problem with planning on typing a nice long post with meaning is time. My time schedule is tight now, even though all afternoon was spent doing other things. My priorities are in the right place...just at the wrong time. Once I can line them up, maybe the ball will get rolling for me, or someone if not me.

This Morning

2008-11-19T06:10:00.000-08:00

At 5:45, my alarm went off. Waffles, I need energy quick. After a quick mental survey of the situation, my decision is to dose back off into a hazy mist of half sleep. My alarm rings again...7:00 a.m.; in a blink of an eye, an hour passes. Whatever the phenomena be, I needed to pick up Bill by 7:15 in Central. Morning traffic would prove to be a snobby bitch, and the law enforcement was out in full force. Driving into Bill's parking spot, in the driveway behind his house, my phone reads 7:15 . Out of the unit closest to the driveway entrance, Bill comes out of the door next to the garage. He's about 5 feet, 5 inches, wears a nice collared winter coat with a grey hoodie under it..hood on, over his Polo winter hat. In his right hand he holds his backpack, while the left closes and locks the back door to his house; the man is constantly on the move, ready for the day ahead.

The ride was slightly long in fact, winding through Central with the sounds of Opie and Anthony making us think and have logical, un-biased discussions about the topic that day. We were very critical on the topic this morning, "the pregnant man"...thats a whole different argument. Arriving to the O'Keefe lot in my over a decade old Jeep Cherokee Sport is more invigorating than ever before. The breaks need fluid, and my hand always rests on the top of the "E -Break" level in my center console. I'm in the process of getting fluid, but the days are just too short.

Upon arriving to school, Bill's class was canceled. So, my waking up early (I had no class until 10:00a.m.) just got us to Salem for nothing; in the literal sense...the ride always serves its purpose. So, we turned around, and headed back to Central..class wasn't till 10:00, right?

Not sure

2008-11-18T18:36:00.000-08:00

I am really lost with this blog thing. I just want to post pieces of my writing, and not have it as a journal. This is confusing. Maybe I need actual events to write and report about? Maybe I do make it an online journal...just with thoughts about life that day. Then again, my full day might not be the best thing to share over the internet. New things have worked their way into my life, and thats always changing. Every day posts don't seem realistic, I wouldn't give a shit about what someone is writing everyday ex: I went to school, then did this, then did that...I dont care. Now, on the other hand, a person with insight is different. Maybe I can comprise my blog of just thoughts, opinions and logic about everyday life...or situtations. Possibly it can be somthing to just check into every day? (if your a follower...which I have none of yet). Or..possibly, it can be small posts, daily, then a feature article or story. All of this really is just getting me used to writing everday, which is positive in itself. There...I figured it out...daily post's with featured articles and stories. We'll see how it goes. In the meantime, I will keep writing and keeping fiddling with this crazy new outlet I have found. Everyday there is somthing new to write about, its just the person that needs to be vigilant enough to take in what can be the subject of composition. Oh, you can quote me on that.

"Routine"

2008-11-18T03:51:00.000-08:00

Finally, it’s Monday morning. The previous week was too long for a man with stitches in his mouth. The eating of soft foods has to change. I’m sick of the mal-nutrition these wisdom teeth have provided for me. Today marks the end of my battle with the stitches. No more worrying (hopefully) about the wounds being infected or not. At 1:00 p.m., my oral surgeon will be elbow deep in my mouth, extracting the mess of rope he tied down over a week ago.
My mouth’s hygiene however, could not be better. I have quit smoking for over a week now, cold turkey. The habitual rinsing, with my home-made saline solution of table salt and warm tap water, hopefully rid my mouth of germs. I wish that someone, at some point, could have told me how much this procedure really throws off your lifestyle. Just the ability to eat what our body is used to is a huge part of our routine.
Routine is about sleeping, eating, and going about your day in the most natural way possible for a specific person. When sleeping, eating, and stress levels fluctuate (never mind spin out of control), keeping a solid routine is usually disrupted. This is what happens with serious wisdom teeth extraction. Your routine is abruptly called to a halt, and the decisions are up to the medication. This the medication prescribed by the doctor who put you in the situation in the first place. Yes, I have possibly dug far too deep into the subject, but there was nothing else to do besides sit around and think about the pain inside of my swollen cheeks.
Truthfully, the time I spent licking my wound’s was not in vain. There was an ample amount of time for writing and reading, mainly getting caught up on things. Would I gladly lay down for the procedure again? Not unless the life of my family depended on it. Hopefully everything is well and my mind can let go of wisdom teeth for a while.

"Wisdom Teeth"

2008-11-17T14:21:00.000-08:00

As you mature, your body grows what they like to call “wisdom teeth”. These four annoying little fucks sprout up every which way in the back of your mouth, two on top and two on the bottom. Their typical orientation is to push through the existing gums. They don’t really do much, besides crowd the other teeth in your jaw, cause incredible pain, and cost a hell of a lot of money to get removed. One thing I would like to protest is the fact they are called “wisdom” teeth. The only wisdom I can see gained from these little bastards is learning about the drugs the doc gives you to dull the pain once they have been ripped out. I’m trying to take what god has given me (useless teeth), and turn it into somewhat of an experiment.
By no means am I a drug addict, or ever intend to be one. But, on this occasion, narcotics have been prescribed to me legally, by a doctor, and taking them is beneficial to my situation. Being an avid advantage-taker of burned plants, and the distilled byproducts of plants, man-made drugs have never made a distinct appeal to me. Things that are produced in a lab to create any type of high just leave too many ends un-tied. Oxycodone is a pain reliever, used for the relief of moderate to severe pain from injury or operation. The drug is a substitute for Percocet, a commonly abused prescription pain killer. My goal was not to abuse the drug, but as a first oral narcotic at twenty years old, I planned to do some mild experimenting. There were no thoughts of snorting or injecting, merely just trying to figure out the buzz as it came and went. The “buzz” was not as I had expected at all, in fact the 325mg pills were mellow. My doctor suggested that I start with half a dose, for fear that it may be too strong; and I accepted this advice, but almost instantaneously let it trickle from my memory bank at once.
The pills killed the mental pain. What the drug actually does is shut off the part of the brain that lets a person know where the hurting is coming from. It is almost like dulling the blade of an axe; the pain still does its job, but your mind could care less. For me, it was motivating. It allowed me to slow down, sit, think, talk, and rationalize about whatever was going on. For some odd reason, the drug makes me focused, and incredibly enthusiastic about any work I had to do. From schoolwork, to personal work, to regular household chores, nothing seemed that big of a deal. Right now, as I type this, I’m about a half an hour into a fresh Oxycodone, and I can feel myself loosening up, and accepting whatever is thrown at me. As my parents walk in the door from work, all of their grievances are released, like any American household during these times. Usually, it bothers me, but not today, not with this drug.
There is now no question in my mind about why people get addicted to these little pills or any little pill for this matter. I think the cause for the addiction is based partly in the reason for distribution. If you’re given the pills to dull pain, any pain without access to the pills is amplified; mental or physical. The brain refers to what has been aiding it through difficult times (the drug), and somehow cannot get passed it.
Enough about addiction, it’s an ugly word. Sitting here, my face wrapped with some ice-holding contraption to reduce the swelling from my jaw, I just get frustrated. A considerable amount of money was given to my oral surgeon to remove teeth that I never even saw. The damn things didn’t even have a purpose, or maybe they did. My conclusion of using this damn narcotic is this: only use when prescribed. I am forever a fan of the natural lift, not the man made. In fact, I would make an argument for the substance of my choice, but with m particular situation, further complications would occur. Any other injury could have served as a beautiful base for a debate towards natural relief, but that is not the case. Wisdom teeth are nothing but a hassle, a potentially dangerous hassle if you don’t know yourself, and your drugs. Whenever I hear of someone undergoing the procedure, now I’m going to wish them luck. Not luck for surviving the procedure itself, but for surviving the hold of narcotics. Narcotics prescribed by a doctor to help with the pain when in fact they could do more harm than the useless wisdom teeth themselves, or a person can gain wisdom about the dangers within the man-made high.

"The Doctor of Weather."

2008-11-14T06:26:00.000-08:00

- What I am planning on doing, for the time being, is posting little pieces that I write throughout my days; assignment for class or not. As a college student, some of my posts will be small writing assignments, or just excerpts. Other pieces to come are coverage of sports games (two at once in fact), pieces from a journal kept for my Intro to Communications course, and many other Gonzo-inspired works.Here is a piece I wrote in class, enjoy.

“The Doctor of Weather"

The start of class is always a struggle. Morning burns into my eyelids like a red hot brand. I glance at the clock, 10:02 a.m., what a drag. Just shut your mouth. The young man sitting two rows away is insisting that what he has to say has actual relevance… when it doesn’t. His mindless piddling combined with the confused and awkward sound of my professor’s voice annoys the shit out of me like the sound of a wood chisel on a chalkboard.

Finally, the class begins. The intervals in this class are just ridicules. This poor woman speaks with breaks in her sentences, and she’s constantly asking questions, as to think that her mouth isn’t sure where her brain is going with the next thought. Between her vocal chords and brain nerves, there is break in the circuit, they disagree as Archie Bunker and an African American neighbor. Damn, the woman just isn’t right. She teaches three classes, all at different locations. Her late nights must be filled with Wild Turkey lullaby’s…and she is no Hunter S.

Lost, and still fumbling through her words, she habitually mutters, “Today’s gonna’ be a stutter day”. This statement leads me to doubt the woman’s intelligence. Her repetitive instruction of the material to three classes has possibly had a brainwash effect on her and makes things habitual, including excuses. Fifteen minutes, and this woman hasn’t spoken a full solid sentence since class began; it’s all going to hell for her. She clumsily mutter’s, “I should have had some caffeine this morning”, the reality of this situation is ironically hilarious yet quite un-comfortable.
People sitting around me shake their morning-bent heads and roll their bloodshot eyes at the sight of our tripped-up professor. Upon reference, our semester syllabus confirms; the woman is a Doctor. Twenty minutes left in this room. Hopefully she survives her Wednesday morning, or, for the sake of my education…she doesn’t. Who knows what is troubling her mind today, it absolutely foolish to rule out the possibility that this is her true character. She could very well be under the influence of absolutely nothing at all. Whatever the case may be, extravagantly ironic or not, the broad isn’t right.

Ten minutes left until our heads are released from this questioning. I can safely speak for the general MTV generation of washed up minds in the room. Well, that’s not fair; not everyone in the room is as washed up as me and bill at twenty years old. But I guess even the “intellectuals” in the room can’t bear to continually sit through this lecturing. What am I kidding? Billy and I are well established intellectuals in our own right. A glance around the room and a sip of my water shows the entire class roster is in another world. Through the individual eyes of my fellow classmates, I can see abandonment in their current education; the blank stare of the brain can not quite making a connection with reality, and it is giving up on the situation at hand.

-Dango

First post...here we go.

2008-11-11T19:07:00.000-08:00

This is my first post, my first baby step into the blogging world. There is much learning to do about blogs and all of the components. It could take months for me to become successful at this song and dance. Keeping up with this will be a chore, but I'm ready to learn.