Weekend recap

ice skating, macking, getting numbers, holding hands, stationary roadie, Miike western, passed out, duty called, snow, rambo, ball skiing, olympics, trick shots, chandeliers, naked laps, missed trains, evangelized, black out, hangover, knights in satans service, video game demon boobs, the crunch, halloween dos

"for the eyes of the world now look into space"

He doesnt know it yet, but I decided to nick a post from my friend's blog that I thought was very interesting, thought provoking, and pretty much on par with where my life seems to be. Hope you don't mind Bryan, its supposed to be flattering.

"I was looking at the moon today as I stood at the bus stop, and my mind was blown. It's hard to imagine just how big and how far away it is. It's always looked the same, every time I see it in the sky. But today I looked at it, and thought about how I could see this other world in its entirety...from pole to pole, from horizon to horizon. That thing is almost 300,000 miles away...an unimaginable distance...yet it seems too familiar to possibly be so far away. I tried to imagine Neil Armstrong and Buzz Aldrin walking clumsily on the surface, and what Earth must have looked like to them from the same distance. And what it would be like knowing that of the billions of people on the planet, they were the only two (along with that other astronaut that was with them that no one remembers) with a view of it all from the outside, away from the wars and the hunger and the traffic jams and the old guys who sit on park benches."




I used to want to be an astronaut. And a pilot. And a truck driver. And a professional football player. And a meteorologist. And an engineer. It seems like at any given point in my life I knew exactly what I wanted to do, except for now, when it's starting to matter.

What I don't want to be is an automaton. I feel like too often I fall into the trap of daily routine: wake up, go to class, eat, do homework, waste time, sleep, repeat. I try to do creative things to break up the monotony. Yesterday I worked on a photoshop for awhile, but it froze and I lost it all. It was going to be so rad. Imagine a giant great white shark emerging from the void of space to engulf the Earth in its gaping jaws...but emerging from the darkness to the side is...Voltron, Defender of the Universe! That's what it was, but it's gone now.

Voltron is an automaton.

This post was another attempt to break up the monotony, but it actually hasn't been that satisfying. Oh well! Guess I'll sleep instead!"

Fantastic

"They say all foxes are slightly allergic to linoleum, but its cool to the paw, try it. They say my tail needs to be dry cleaned twice a month, but now its fully detachable, see? They say our tree may never grow back, but one day something will. Yes these crackles are made of synthetic goose, and these giblets come from artifical squab, and even these apples look fake. But at least they've got stars on them. I guess my point is, we'll eat tonight, and we'll eat together and even in this not particularly flattering light, you are, without a doubt the five and a half most wonderful wild animals I've ever met, in my life.


To our survival."

Stimulus Package

Coming soon...

Amanda Please

Couldn't help it. Had to post.

KiD CuDi "cudderisback" - Directed by Jason Goldwatch - DatNewCudi.com from DP on Vimeo.

Hello/Goodbye

"All in together the weather is better than ever
I hope it never ends, I hope it lasts forever
But when it does, we can all pretend that
it's better than it's ever been..."

Master Peace

Its like,

life’s a bitch and then you die,

while everybody’s out for their piece of pie.

But you’d rather see me die, then see me fly

people clean these plates, but I don’t know why.

I don’t know how,

they take their losses then take their bows,

then take their bows, and shoot their toes,

then pop them four’s so they can cop them four’s.

Bump that Bose and shop them clothes.

Spending more, till they close them doors,

then close their eyes,

aint done shit and then they die.

Eyes to the sky, like why God why?

They need to stop, like red with 8 sides,

all is lost, but were given guides,

mixed with guise, and disguise.

Some tell truths, while all tell lies.

All-time lows, while all time flows,

and all time flies, cant plan shit,

gotta improvise.

Take what you get,

then take that shot.

Might get fouled, or might get got.

To love and lost, or better to not?

Untie that knot,

unbound them chains.

Fake ass gets slain, while truths remain.

Your hearts the clip,

but your heat’s the brain.

Strive hard, maintain,

life is Arcane.

Don’t let dreams get slain.

Fill up your tub don’t pull the drain.

Don’t drain that pull,

don’t drain the bowl.

Escape’s not what it seems,

don’t chase that bull.

Cup’s not half empty

but it aint half foal, like Motaro.

Fight it off like tae-kwon-do

Then freeze that shit,

Sub–Zero.

Too many villains, no more heroes.

People act like bosses, but no Shao Kahn,

lives played out, conclusions foregone.

Conclusions foretold, delusions store sold,

chasing that paper only finding fools gold.

But theres still heart, and theres still hope,

and theres still goals, under your scope.

Its hard to cope, on that tight rope,

but you cant slip, like bars of soap.

Like bars of dope, keep that head high,

so pests and flies, will get SWAT,

like FBI.

On yourself rely, nobody owes you,

like half the vowels.

Clear your throat then clear those bowels,

on any one man, throwin in the towel,

then mop that shit, like at Mcdowell’s.

No one said that life was easy,

but theres no need to crash, like kamikeezy.

Throw up them hats, like you were queasy

and graduate, like your name is Yeezy.

Coming Soon

on another level

Illmatic, philly full a killer pine, 40s, Belly, and a good ass session. Kingpin shit. One.

Friday, Jan 15

the next david lynch

stay tuned for roasted marshmallows.

the meaning of life

Dear sweet, stupid Tyler from one second, one minute, one hour, one day, one week, one month, one year, 5 years, 10 years, 15 years ago... You are stupid and naive and chances are everything you think you know is a lie or some kind of misconception, or just wrong. You will continue to live blindly for the rest of your life, only knowing half truths about everyone else, and everything else around you, and even about yourself, until the end, when you'll ask yourself, was it really worth it? All that struggle. All that strife. All that bullshit. All that pain, sorrow, torment, turmoil and every other negative adjective, did it make your life worth living? For those minuscule glimmers of hope, and happiness and joy and love... was it worth the avalanche of suck?



You'll never know.


Thank you human condition. No really, thank you.


Guess you gotta just keep on fighting and see.


And maybe, just maybe, you might find someone to join your cause. Enlist in your revolution, and it might just snowball exponentially, until enough people start caring to make a difference in one person, 5 people, 10 people 100 people, 1000 people, even a million people. Until the world has shaped itself into something presentable, something to be proud of, something to live for even. Something that everyone can enjoy equally, for its majesty, its beauty, its serenity, its justice, its equality, its perfection.

But maybe not.

TRB 1

Damn, I can't believe its been two years already man. It seems like only yesterday we were building snowmen in the street for cars to run over and lighting stuffed animals on fire in my backyard freshman year. Instead you've been gone for 730 days. I just want you to know that you will never be forgotten and forever missed. TRBs for ever. CBC for life.

Love, TRB 2

Sly Fox

Every once in awhile I will remember where I came from politically and mildly get myself realigned with my days of old when the only thoughts I ever had were political. Today on the drive home from work "Sly Fox" by Nas came up on my shuffle and really jumpstarted that turnaround. It's very hard for me not to see directly what Nasir talks about in a lot of his lyrics about inequality being as I work in a predominantly "minority" neighborhood with almost no white kids in my school. This is obviously not the official music video for the song, but I liked the images for this one better then the actual version, so you get this. I would suggest google searching the lyrics to this song as well, they are insightful and inspiring, and mostly just true.


I pledge allegiance to the fair and balanced truth.
Not the biased truth
Not the liar's truth
But the highest truth
I will not be deceived
Nor will I believe
In the propaganda
I will not fall for the okey-doke
I am tuned-in

MTV Cribs

The other day I was helping one of my 7th graders in math class do some homework when out of nowhere he started talking about his youtube account(s) and became very excited when he remembered he posted a Steven Pilotti's version of MTV Cribs. I finally got a chance to watch it tonight. Needless to say it was absolutely hilarious for all the wrong reasons, but also a little bit sad to see the home of an average 7th grader in Northeast Philadelphia. Notice the excessive alcohol bottles strewn throughout, the pointless swearing (including the n word from a white kid) as well as placing importance in all the material things and just about nothing else. But without further adieu...



I have yet to watch all the other videos he has posted on both of his accounts, but I'm sure the rest are just as ridiculous. If you're interested his usernames are MRSPICON and MAJORHOTTIE1000 respectively.

Home was:

best friends, lots of family, not enough chlaylor, season, home cooked meals, tons of trees, fungus, footie, negative degrees, sarver sisters, booze, more booze, fat, illest game ever, duplex adventure, l'ames, freestyling, hot tub wrestling, snow, bumps, paul magranite, broken door, fixed tooth, wild things, basterds, roadies, jedi, hindu, new id, enemy of the state, root beer rum, shmoomsma, simpsons, bj's, townies, zombies, calvin and hobbes, waterfalls, just doing stuff, life, IOWA.