I found a great song by a great man today and I wanted to share it with the world. I also want to buy the world a coke to help them enjoy the moment, but I ain't made of that kind of money. It's hard to be worth buying-the-world-a-coke-type money in these harsh economic times. Maybe not... I guess I need to research a little. Anywho, if anyone is offended by a few "blue" words and a somewhat mean acoustic guitar, I recommend not watching the video. The language is NSFW environments... unless you got headphones... Enjoy!
Thursday, October 16, 2008
Tuesday, October 14, 2008
...ve decided to lea...
Welcome back to this touching, multi-part miniseries of J Mo's personal improvement feed. I can't let this go too long or I may bore myself in continuing to write this drivel, but I have made my first decision on what I am going to start and finish.
Drum roll, please.....
Alright, it's not really that exciting. But, hell, in my opinion, very little is truly exciting. Probably the reason I feel bored most the time. Yet, I digress. I have decided to learn th Agustin Barrios song "Julia Florida" all the way through on guitar. Yes, I know, both astonishing and regime changing. Well, I am just trying to start somewhere and I really like this song. It's quite pleasant. Also, learning the first few pages of a classical guitar song and then not finishing it was one of the first routine behaviors that hallmarked this blessed state I am in right now, so I figure to do that psycho-bull shiat way and try to start at the earliest known memory. That's what they do, right? I may be making this entirely up.
On a related side note, the song "Julia Florida" is what is referred to in Latin American culture as a barcarola. The most literal translation of this is "boat song" and, as an idiom, it refers to a type of love song that proper gentlemen around the turn of the century and before the second world war would play to woo women while they were taking leisurely sojourns on boats. For some reason, this brings to my mind an image of a pussycat and an owl playing a banjo. Was this a nursery rhyme or am I just that insane? Anyways, the song is quite loverly and I hope, someday, to be able to play the whole thing for a woman on a boat... perhaps next Tuesday.
Drum roll, please.....
Alright, it's not really that exciting. But, hell, in my opinion, very little is truly exciting. Probably the reason I feel bored most the time. Yet, I digress. I have decided to learn th Agustin Barrios song "Julia Florida" all the way through on guitar. Yes, I know, both astonishing and regime changing. Well, I am just trying to start somewhere and I really like this song. It's quite pleasant. Also, learning the first few pages of a classical guitar song and then not finishing it was one of the first routine behaviors that hallmarked this blessed state I am in right now, so I figure to do that psycho-bull shiat way and try to start at the earliest known memory. That's what they do, right? I may be making this entirely up.
On a related side note, the song "Julia Florida" is what is referred to in Latin American culture as a barcarola. The most literal translation of this is "boat song" and, as an idiom, it refers to a type of love song that proper gentlemen around the turn of the century and before the second world war would play to woo women while they were taking leisurely sojourns on boats. For some reason, this brings to my mind an image of a pussycat and an owl playing a banjo. Was this a nursery rhyme or am I just that insane? Anyways, the song is quite loverly and I hope, someday, to be able to play the whole thing for a woman on a boat... perhaps next Tuesday.
Monday, October 13, 2008
So I ha.....
Oh, the title... it's like a terrible pun. That's what we're going for here, right? I always was kinda under the assumption that any blogging was just a large, multi-faceted quest to create the world's worst pun, then translate it into every known language and somehow it destroys humor and the world can finally get on in a much more serious manner. Well, now that I think of it, that scenario is rather far-fetched and full of gaping holes... also, I don't think I described the "pun-ish" nature in the title anyways. Let's scoot on to it before I get too behind myself.
So, I have been in one of those highly introspective moods lately. Well, for the past few days... weeks... months, or so. I usually perform this highly personal task in one main way: I compare my life to that of the most popular reality TV stars and most heavily searched '80's sitcom stars on Wikipedia and see what can be learned by the stark, fundamental differences. Wait, I just read back over that sentence and I have no clue what it means. I wish I could, like, edit it, or even erase it, but this is not in my nature. I guess we'll just have to live with it, for now.
Oh yeah, back to the titular thang. So yeah. It seems I am starting to come to terms with myself that I am very bad at finishing things. I know, I know, How'd I thunk it. Well, shut up. Yeah... well at least give me a minute to go through a bit of my process here. So, I have had, and it seems to go back through most of my life, a tendency to leave things undone. In my younger days, it was only noticeable in my personal life, but as I grew older it became, and has become, more and more apparent in my more publicly seen persona. Actually, it has really gotten to the point were I am so aware and afraid of not finishing something, that I tend to start less and less things. Which would be great if I was an arsonist, but is not too great for a regular, normal guy. Or even me.
So, this begs the question, how do I deal with the actual problem of not finishing things.
Well, that has been another topic of intense, personal, internal debate (where I am quite good at dodging most of the questions). My best guess so far is this: when I was younger, I, as most young people tend to do, lived in a world were goals were set for you (in a fairly general sense of the word) and you achieved the goals to the best of your abilities. The gradation of one's performance in this determined certain opportunities to that person. As one gets older, however, the goal system, in general, becomes a much more arbitrarily defined process with way more personal input and definition. Some people thrive better in this system, some adapt well to it, and some people, as it would seem, can function perfectly fine in one and not have it translate to the other. Well, at least without a little help and guidance. I hope...
What it comes down to is this: I need to start finishing more things. I also need to not be afraid to start things that I then proceed to finish. Hopefully. Shiat, I'll at least give it a try. What could it hurt?
So, I have been in one of those highly introspective moods lately. Well, for the past few days... weeks... months, or so. I usually perform this highly personal task in one main way: I compare my life to that of the most popular reality TV stars and most heavily searched '80's sitcom stars on Wikipedia and see what can be learned by the stark, fundamental differences. Wait, I just read back over that sentence and I have no clue what it means. I wish I could, like, edit it, or even erase it, but this is not in my nature. I guess we'll just have to live with it, for now.
Oh yeah, back to the titular thang. So yeah. It seems I am starting to come to terms with myself that I am very bad at finishing things. I know, I know, How'd I thunk it. Well, shut up. Yeah... well at least give me a minute to go through a bit of my process here. So, I have had, and it seems to go back through most of my life, a tendency to leave things undone. In my younger days, it was only noticeable in my personal life, but as I grew older it became, and has become, more and more apparent in my more publicly seen persona. Actually, it has really gotten to the point were I am so aware and afraid of not finishing something, that I tend to start less and less things. Which would be great if I was an arsonist, but is not too great for a regular, normal guy. Or even me.
So, this begs the question, how do I deal with the actual problem of not finishing things.
Well, that has been another topic of intense, personal, internal debate (where I am quite good at dodging most of the questions). My best guess so far is this: when I was younger, I, as most young people tend to do, lived in a world were goals were set for you (in a fairly general sense of the word) and you achieved the goals to the best of your abilities. The gradation of one's performance in this determined certain opportunities to that person. As one gets older, however, the goal system, in general, becomes a much more arbitrarily defined process with way more personal input and definition. Some people thrive better in this system, some adapt well to it, and some people, as it would seem, can function perfectly fine in one and not have it translate to the other. Well, at least without a little help and guidance. I hope...
What it comes down to is this: I need to start finishing more things. I also need to not be afraid to start things that I then proceed to finish. Hopefully. Shiat, I'll at least give it a try. What could it hurt?
Thursday, October 9, 2008
A commercial grabbed me...
Alright, so I am watching the post-prime time cartoons on my24 Milwaukee (WCGV) when a commercial for a local childcare company comes on. I guess it might be more proper to call it a nursery school. Or a Babysitting Prison... I'm not sure, I am not used to the terminology. All I know is that when I drive through some of the more, ummmmmm, how to put it properly... ethnically diverse neighborhoods in the fine borough of Milwaukee, there seem to be about, on average, 17 childcare facilities per block. I figure they must be some kind of drug fronts...
Anyways, I am getting entirely off the point here. The commercial was for a place by the name of Milwaukee School for the Arts... I think. It has been awhile now. I am typing and editing quite slowly tonight. So, what got me was that they had a song for the school set to the tune of "It's a Hard Knocks Life". Now, what kind of advertising genius would put a song that is essentially a song about orphans getting beaten in a commercial for a child care facility. I just don't get it. Do people get paid to do this shit? Wow. Just a quick one. I'm tired and must sleep now. Ciao, tutti..
Anyways, I am getting entirely off the point here. The commercial was for a place by the name of Milwaukee School for the Arts... I think. It has been awhile now. I am typing and editing quite slowly tonight. So, what got me was that they had a song for the school set to the tune of "It's a Hard Knocks Life". Now, what kind of advertising genius would put a song that is essentially a song about orphans getting beaten in a commercial for a child care facility. I just don't get it. Do people get paid to do this shit? Wow. Just a quick one. I'm tired and must sleep now. Ciao, tutti..
A New Venue... not sure if it's necessary
Hello, Welcome to my new venue. I am writing some things down so that they perchance might be read. Wow, that sounds completely lame. I have that worry that a lot of the things I think are pretty much the lamest ideas in the world, but there doesn't seem to be any sort of contest to discover if this would in fact be true. Maybe there should be some kind of Olympics of lameness. God, I am too damn tired to actually write anything worthwhile at the moment. I just wanted to set up the site. I will seriously try again tomorrow... well, I can't promise to try, but I will try to try.
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