December 31, 2009
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Radiohead || No Surprises

December 31, 2009
This year has been difficult for a lot of people. Most people it seems. This whole year I’ve had this overwhelming sense that all is not well. That everyone around me is going absolutely fucking insane. Not just people that are close to me but everyone. Particularly those responsible for the ubiquity of absolute rubbish polluting the airwaves with the likes of balloon boy, lady gaga and talentless/worthless television celebrities. The good, sane pieces of pop culture are few and far between. A lot of hope has been lost to the incessantly and increasingly violent waves of capitalism and social Darwinism as the rich get richer and the poor get poorer and the middle class begins to vanish into thin air. The false hope that politicians have filled our heads with, myths of happiness and absolution and reassurance, has all but evaporated and it has left society with broken hearts and heavy shoulders. We the people carry democracy on our shoulders, and God damn is she heavy. Some days I feel like it would be easiest to burn it all down and rise from the ashes, but you can’t melt the steel foundations of this house of cards, not even with flaming jet fuel. So the world can have its reality TV shows, vicarious lives and flaming worldly possessions. People can go ahead and continue to dig and dig towards the happiness of this advocated lifestyle of friend requests, text messages and empty partying; only to find themselves being buried in the end. But I won’t do it. Fuck you 2009. 2010 is going to be a year of rebirth. Learning how to walk and talk and live again. I’ll be chasing the sun.

This year has been difficult for a lot of people. Most people it seems. This whole year I’ve had this overwhelming sense that all is not well. That everyone around me is going absolutely fucking insane.

Not just people that are close to me but everyone. Particularly those responsible for the ubiquity of absolute rubbish polluting the airwaves with the likes of balloon boy, lady gaga and talentless/worthless television celebrities. The good, sane pieces of pop culture are few and far between.

A lot of hope has been lost to the incessantly and increasingly violent waves of capitalism and social Darwinism as the rich get richer and the poor get poorer and the middle class begins to vanish into thin air. The false hope that politicians have filled our heads with, myths of happiness and absolution and reassurance, has all but evaporated and it has left society with broken hearts and heavy shoulders. We the people carry democracy on our shoulders, and God damn is she heavy.

Some days I feel like it would be easiest to burn it all down and rise from the ashes, but you can’t melt the steel foundations of this house of cards, not even with flaming jet fuel.

So the world can have its reality TV shows, vicarious lives and flaming worldly possessions. People can go ahead and continue to dig and dig towards the happiness of this advocated lifestyle of friend requests, text messages and empty partying; only to find themselves being buried in the end. But I won’t do it.

Fuck you 2009. 2010 is going to be a year of rebirth. Learning how to walk and talk and live again.

I’ll be chasing the sun.

December 30, 2009

I guess this is a blog, whatever that means. A testament to a generation trying to find our place in a strange world. A little confused and lacking in guidance, we wander like sheep with no shepherd, but some of us have found our own way. The television tells me how I should live. Reality TV, auto-tuned music, and promiscuous narcissism. Fuck it, American society is everything but me.

I’ll see where my daily musings take me as I try to overcome the odds of a world that I just don’t understand how to live in, and refuse to accept as my own.

December 30, 2009
December 30, 2009
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Broken Bells || The High Road