Good Morning Blogger Nation... Is it weird that I now own all 23 Soundtracks to the Bond series? The music is so intense and lively. The strings are phenomenal but not every song is centered around orchestra. At the moment, I am listening to music from the Bond film "Live and Let Die" and it's actually has a lot of funk and soft rock elements incorporated, not to mention, Paul McCartney wrote the main theme for the film.
Remember that blog entry I posted earlier in the year? I guess now I can really make that happen ha!
This is one of my favorites from "Live and Let Die":
Here's something I don't understand. It's the reason why people have an undying need to try to impress me. Does this happen to anyone else? People always want to make sure I notice things or brag exceptionally hard when I'm around. It even seems to happen with perfect strangers. I really hate to sound like an asshole or self-aggrandizing but I don't care. Yes, I like nice things but I have the things that I own because I like them. Not to impress others. I don't spend loads of money on things but I do have unique tastes that I guess appear really expensive and refined when in actuality most of it is dirt cheap (I shop wisely).
At any rate, I believe this can be used as an example as to why a lot of people fail to find true happiness in this world. They spend their lives doing things because of what others around them think or trying to impress someone instead of what truly makes them happy. Be yourself. At all times express who you are. Let people love and accept you for who you truly are instead of for who you believe they think you should be.
I haven't posted in a while (Musical Experiment wise anyway) but it's kind of a good thing. I found a new job! Just an office job but I'm happy about it. I spent all of Sunday reworking my resume then sent some out that night. The next day (within hours actually because I applied at like 3am) I get a call back for an interview which was scheduled for wednesday. I killed the interview. Today was my first day. I had to design fire escape floor plans, ha. At any rate, I'm happy about the situation.
In other news, I have Lauryn Hill's "Sweetest Thing" on repeat in the memory banks. I haven't heard this song in I don't even remember how long.
-The weather (for the most part - Indiana is known to be unpredictable in this department). Cold and gloomy days give way to to sunshine and light breezes.
-There are more activities and things to get involved in around town. I personally love biking. I haven't dusted off my road bike yet because it has a flat from Fall of last year that I still haven't got around to fixing.
-People seem to be more pleasant and happier about life. I'm generally jovial and optimistic but when other people are happy it lifts my spirits even more.
-NBA and College playoffs/championships. I don't care for the regular season - too many games, too many horrible teams. Call me a bandwagon fan. So be it. Football is my sport.
-Tax return. who doesn't like money?
I'm sure there's more but that's the list off the top of my head.
Reasons I hate Spring:
-ALLERGIES! None of the medications on the market ever work for me and I've tried just about every kind known to man. The ones that do yield varied success only work for a few hours and tend to knock me out. I don't have time to sleep 20hrs a day, so I man up and deal with it.
-I even become allergy prone to certain foods that I'm otherwise fine eating (mostly fresh foods). I once had an allergic reaction to Dr. Pepper but that's a none issue now as I no longer indulge in carbonated drinks.
-Sinus Headaches: these have to be some of the most god awful things I have ever experienced and they tend to hit me hardest during the Spring months. Makes it hard to enjoy the weather when I'm locked in a dark room because sunlight magnifies the pesky little devils 10 fold. I've had to deal with these on and off the last 3 days. In fact, I have one as I'm typing this. Not fun.
-Spring is the only time I have complications with asthma. I had it badly as a kid and was hospitalized a few times because of it. I'm mostly over it now except for when complications stem from allergies. It's a vicious cycle.
I guess the plus side to this is that I no longer live in the suburbs surrounded by cornfields or soy bean fields depending on crop rotation (guess there is more than corn in Indiana, ha). All throughout high school I was nearly on my death bed during the Spring because of increased pollen count and whatnot.
I took a little adventure to Castleton today in search of a part time job and running errands in general. I just had to be out in this beautiful weather! While out and about, I stopped by Barnes & Noble where I found a nice little book about Gandhi for $5 (possibly future "Sunday Quote of the Day" material). I was also kind of sightseeing. Castleton is a really nice area. If I do decide to stay in Indiana after I graduate, I'll probably be moving in that direction. But that's a BIG "if". My desire to leave this state in my rearview is unmeasurable, ha!
On another note.... I have "Freddie's Dead"(1972) by Curtis Mayfield stuck in my head for some reason.
Relaxing on a friday night, reading Sherlock Holmes while a James Bond soundtrack plays softly in the background. I put down my book for a moment and think, "what if the average person's everyday life had a 007 soundtrack?". How much more intense and action pact would life seemingly be? If after waking up late for your 6am shift, your mad dash to work, weaving in and out of trafic, was accompanied by a classic Bond chase theme? Granted, you're not driving an Aston Martin V12 Vanquish, but that would be pretty intense!
Now imagine you're at your local super center. You're ready to check out, you've got your products in hand like a finely crafted Bond gadget, when you see a cart quickly approaching with a mountain full of God only knows what. You're Bond, the cart bearer is the beefy opponent with cat like agility and instincts. As both of you jockey for position at the checkout line, a Bond fight scene theme ensues.
After you've defeated your worthy opponent and completed your transaction, the classic Bond theme comes on as you tell the clerk your name (Bond... James Bond). Then you exit the store feeling accomplished and labeled the baddest shopper 'round town.
This is an original poem that i wrote. It is currently untitled. Enjoy.
We're taught to play fair in a world that's ass backwards. Gotta sell my soul just for a chance to advance? How can we play fair when those with lofty titles who quote scripture from bibles are morally noncompliant? We the people, reliant on a system based on deception In contradiction of its own laws since its very inception I give you this diction cause I refuse to graciously receive the fiction spewed by the elected We the people, deceived when we should be protected constantly rejected Sending us away dejected
Forever in search but never to find Blind leading the blind We the people - unique in every way but lost in our own minds Constantly chasing wealth, Always on the grind We got a little money but never the time While these blood suckers do business around corners where the sun don't shine They teach us to play fair, play by the rules We play fair, they play us for fools Boxed in mentally We put ourselves in the box Did away with chains and locks - physically Married the game - introduced this new form of slavery We the people - born in complexity, drawn in simplicity And sold a fantasy that doesn't match reality
We the people, we - the walking dead Daily feasting on the lies we're fed Life after death, heaven and hell Life on this earth is life in hell Take the good with the bad But still we pray to God for better cards to no avail So what's really real? But I keep faith And every time I feel the sun on my face I put hope in tomorrow That there will come an end to this struggle and sorrow I keep faith I put hope in tomorrow I play fair, I play by the rules I educate myself I no longer play the fool
Let's first look into the word elegant. Elegant is defined as tastefully luxurious or of superior quality. Next, symphony. Symphony is defined as harmony of sounds. Now apply that to life. Life to me is elegant and I like to think of myself as a man of refined tastes. Then I factor in everything that makes me who I am, that's the symphony. My likes & dislikes, personality, ability, and know-how, all working together as instruments in a large orchestra to compose the grand arrangement that is me. My life, an elegant symphony.
Addicted to life, addicted to happiness, addicted to love, addicted to success, addicted to being nothing less than the very best....intoxicating. - yours truly
