tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31766994946673909672024-02-08T04:37:26.710-08:00J Mo's Wonderful World of BlogThe dark recesses of your soul set to disposable pop from the late 90's.J Mohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17327506811147586555noreply@blogger.comBlogger33125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3176699494667390967.post-86802219375028583412009-08-03T22:44:00.000-07:002009-08-03T22:47:44.140-07:00So apparently there's this month called July...Hey y'all. How y'all <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">doin</span>'? Y'all-y'all. Well. Enough of that nonsense. I guess July passed and I seemed to miss most of it. Well, not exactly. I lived pretty damn well and I used my non-active time to rest and not type. My fingers are stiff and weak. I am giving up. For now......<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div> Ciao Tutti. Ci <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">vidiamo</span> a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">subito</span>, come non? </div>J Mohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17327506811147586555noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3176699494667390967.post-7029773460005317042009-06-26T09:33:00.000-07:002009-06-26T09:46:25.123-07:00As reported earlier.........the reports of my untimely demise have been greatly exaggerated. I love plagiarizing myself. Makes me feel like I'm being properly ripped-off. How has everyone out there been? I am doing pretty damn well.... I do currently live in a structure that's better attributes seem to mimic a prison hotbox. I keep telling myself, "Just pretend like you are Michael Jackson in hell's waiting room..." Too soon... or too late. I still think the whole thing is a hoax. He and Elvis are sharing a pitcher of Budweiser at a bowling alley in Midnot, North Dakota right now, as we speak... or read... or skim. I figure most of you skim. Words just get in the way of information anyways...<br /><br />Speaking of the disgraced King of (soda)Pop (Pepsi Explosion... or was it Coke... who cares?), I made a poor taste status joke about the untimely death of Michael Jordan and a few people out there took me seriously. I know faith in me in general in this fine world has been lower in the last half decade or so, but do people think I am that out of touch? I just wanted to make a joke about the misuse of the MJ initials and the fact that Mr. Jordan has a very poor history of losing a lot of his "hard" earned endorsement money to the unsavory underbelly of Chicago.... some wonderful people. Let's raise our glasses and slug one down to them!! <span style="font-style: italic;">SKOAL!</span><br /><br />I am on my way to Summerfest. It is not quite as cool as Sommerfest, but it has it's moments. And I get to walk there.... which totally kicks ass. I will try and post my "Milwaukee Driver's Primer Version 1.0" within the next few days. Stay tuned!!!J Mohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17327506811147586555noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3176699494667390967.post-41281043777743369402009-03-12T14:47:00.000-07:002009-03-12T15:38:30.794-07:00Let's try an oldy....Hey folks. I've been busy lately. Sorry I have slowed down the postings. I will try and do better. I found myself at a Mind, Body, and Spirit Expo this last weekend and I found I had to use the rest room. The hotel had wonderful facilities, but the only reading material readily available were pamphlets that all contained the words "Ancient", "Modern" and "Spiritual" waaaaaay too much. I had to find something else to occupy my mind... so I decided to write a sonnet. Why the hell not. It's something to do... and here it is. Enjoiez!!!<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Sonnet #2</span><br /><br />Oh what dark and misty morn<br /><br />To twist and fight and tame thee<br /><br />To rip asunder and leave torn<br /><br />The definition maybe<br /><br />Enightened, clock and hour time<br /><br />A stab within the bottle<br /><br />A merriment of whim and rhyme<br /><br />At once both wrought and cottled<br /><br />A furious future frenzied past<br /><br />A twig upon the pyre<br /><br />The dark eternal free at last<br /><br />And all now see the liar<br /><br />To verse and song and turn of phrase<br /><br />The immortal spirit forever lazed<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">That's it. I think most of it rhymes...<br /></div></div>J Mohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17327506811147586555noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3176699494667390967.post-51409231089165548302009-03-03T18:08:00.000-08:002009-03-03T18:10:52.575-08:002/7/09<span style="font-size:130%;">I sit here<br /> <br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"> Uncomfortable</span><br /></div><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><br /><br />I have been<br /><br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"> For much longer</span><br /></div><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><br />I don't let it<br /><br /><br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"> Bother me</span><br /></div><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><br />I'm usually<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"> Uncomfortable</span><br /></div><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><br /><br />I just learn<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"> To live with it</span><br /></div><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><br /></span>J Mohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17327506811147586555noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3176699494667390967.post-90815603018604002802009-02-16T17:27:00.000-08:002009-02-16T17:30:41.774-08:00In a Sentimental Mood.....<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Untitled<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></span>I miss her texts<br /><br />Every one<br /><br />No matter how brief<br /><br />Copied<br /><br />Or inconsequential<br /><br />Every time my phone beeped<br /><br />Every time my pocket vibrated<br /><br />Something felt....<br /><br />Warm inside me<br /><br />Something felt....<br /><br />Full<br /><br />I miss that feeling<br /><br />Most<br /><br />So far....<span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></span></div>J Mohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17327506811147586555noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3176699494667390967.post-20551278777330185122009-02-14T11:46:00.000-08:002009-02-14T12:03:20.439-08:00Another Vintage Forray.....Hey everyone. Happy President's Day Eve Eve to you all. I hope you celebrate by wearing a stove-pipe hat and freeing some of the slaves from your basement. I know I will! The offering today was written in a small (read: very small) studio apt. in Perugia, Italy. I had had a fairly rough night and was shot down by multiple women and trying to reevaluate my life's outlook. Trying, as always, to figure out what is going wrong. I am always analyzing like that. It's.....ummmm.... I don't know. I guess it's just me. Enjoy this rambling, somewhat heavy handed analysis.<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">A Poet's Lament<br /></span><span><br /><br /><span>I stare at a Blank Page<br /><br />No words, No meaning, No Life<br /><br />And I wonder, how do I differ?<br /><br />I see nothing, yet am I not also nothing?<br /><br />I feel that I am shrouded<br /><br />But in what I do not know<br /><br />Has my life tumbled out of control?<br /><br />Have I changed without my knowledge?<br /><br />Perhaps.... Perhaps<br /><br />I feel that my inability to communicate with humanity<br /><br />Has left me with a void<br /><br />Meaning is there, yet I convey none of it<br /><br />Life tumbles on around me<br /><br />But something seems to be missing<br /><br />Have I become so inept that I've been masked?<br /><br />Laughter emits from a distant source<br /><br />I know not why it angers me<br /><br />Where do my failings end and my life begin?<br /><br />I have striven to do my best, yet who is to say this?<br /><br />I feel confused, I feel alone, I feel...... off<br /><br />Purpose of Life blurred<br /><br />Blurred by a social concept called success<br /><br />Who has made it this way?<br /><br />If man is a noble being, as it has been said<br /><br />Why must we suffer for simply being born into a cruel world?<br /><br />My words reflect feelings, yet they are viewed by none<br /><br />It seems to be no more than an empty auditorium<br /><br />In which I conduct an orchestra for an audience composed of myself<br /><br />Time tumbles on, what one chooses to do is inconsequential...<br /><br />Or is it?<br /><br /><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span>So. I think a lot of that felt fairly accurate on my current state. The success stuff semmed a bit forced. Oh well. Enjoy!</span><br /></div></div>J Mohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17327506811147586555noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3176699494667390967.post-24135497533788485272009-02-13T08:24:00.001-08:002009-02-13T08:43:34.592-08:003 more hours....Morning everyone. I am celebrating my Psuedo-Saturday by sitting around and only ingesting clear liquids. Can I get a "Yay, Fasting Lipid Panel!"? My appointment isn't until 1:30. I am kinda hungry (or hungary as I often mistype). I had an interesting night out last night. No major stories or anything, just a general interesting vibe. I did meet a repo-man. That was kinda cool. There is a Boom in the repo business right now. Fucker still didn't buy me a drink, though : P<br /><br /> Let's cut to the point, to the point no fakin' Cooking MC's like a pound of bacon.<br /><br />I wrote another poem and I will put it here to rot.<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Doyle <br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span>I'm a card player<br /><br /> Through and Through<br /><br />It is my worst quality<br /><br /> I don't know<br /><br />When to stop<br /><br /> I always play<br /><br />To somehow win<br /><br /> I don't want to<br /><br />My Dad told me<br /><br /> at a young age<br /><br />Everything is a game<br /><br /> Play it to win<br /><br />Because why not?<br /><br /> You always got to win<br /><br />There's something wrong with that<br /><br /> I see it now<br /><br />People will always look<br /><br /> And question your motives<br /><br />Even if you have none<br /><br />How would they ever believe you<br /><br /> Why should they?<br /><br />Call a bluff<br /><br /> It makes the soul<br /><br />Feel so<br /><br /> ALIVE!<br /><br />That's done now. I think that is what I wrote. I was sitting in the backseat of a car and it was dark and I couldn't see what I was writing. Suprisingly, my handwriting looks the same as if I could of seen it.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></div></div>J Mohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17327506811147586555noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3176699494667390967.post-38537098941426307042009-02-12T03:53:00.000-08:002009-02-12T03:58:51.194-08:00More Vintage Writings....Hey y'all! A short, quick one. This was written on a beautiful terrace at a bar called Alfo Due in the quaint Etruscan settlement of Perugia, Italia. It's truth still holds true this morning.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Zut Alors<br /></span><br /><br />I should quit smoking<br /><br />I've been thinking about it for days and I have decided<br /><br />I should really quit smoking<br /><br />It does nothing good for my body<br /><br />It does nothing good for my soul, yet....<br /><br />I still smoke<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">That's it. Short and sweet and true. I miss Italy.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span></div> <br /></div>J Mohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17327506811147586555noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3176699494667390967.post-73498540744782322672009-02-11T16:45:00.000-08:002009-02-11T16:46:12.916-08:00Quick note....Yeah, I can't figure out the damn formatting.... dammit.J Mohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17327506811147586555noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3176699494667390967.post-19975425286378547992009-02-11T16:33:00.000-08:002009-02-11T16:45:21.331-08:00A Recent Future-Past Transcription...I have decided to share more of my shizznit with the bored, blog-reading public. This one is a recent oldie... kinda like a Guns 'n' Roses song from Appetite....<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Confusion<br /><br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;">The residue has clogged my brain<br /><br /> The ash and remnant<br /><br />Of 1000 lonely nights<br /><br /> Spent running from myself<br /><br /> Has made it hard<br /><br />To think rationally<br /><br /> Has made me default<br /><br />To a hyper-agreeable state<br /><br /> It's easier<br /><br />Let others decide<br /><br /> Go with the flow<br /><br />It's said only dead fish...<br /><br /> But I lay dormant<br /><br />Waiting for some great moment<br /><br /> An epiphany<br /><br />That will force me to choose<br /><br /> Force me to decide<br /><br />Not let me be<br /><br /> So non-reactive<br /></div><br /><br />That's it. I hope the formatting stays. It seems to right justify. Wait, maybe if I use the block paragraph option. I'll try that. Late-ski all.... <br /></div></div>J Mohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17327506811147586555noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3176699494667390967.post-56897961188813013872009-02-10T15:08:00.000-08:002009-02-10T15:14:17.230-08:00almost did it....Hey everyone. I almost published the most vicious poem I have ever written. I wrote it this morning and, I was typing it, I could not believe what I had said. I am not usually like that. I will give you the one I wrote right after it instead. If anyone really wants, e-mail me at giamoitalia@gmail.com and I will send you a copy of a truly vicious work of art. I totally overused the word vicious in this intro...<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Io<br /><br /></span>I am energy<br /><br />I am light personified<br /><br />I am creative force<br /><br />I am life out loud<br /><br />I am an enjoyer<br /><br />I am a rejoinder<br /><br />I am wit<br /><br />I am emotion<br /><br />I am hard working<br /><br />I am a producer<br /><br />I am a reactionary<br /><br />I am a self-improver<br /><br />I am an idealistic lover<br /><br />I am not willing<br /><br />To deny myself<br /><br />Any of these things<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">That feels a bit better. Maybe a little self indulgent. Oh well. Sometimes everyone needs to self indulge.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span></div><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span> <br /></div>J Mohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17327506811147586555noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3176699494667390967.post-57218546773821267112009-02-08T14:00:00.000-08:002009-02-08T14:06:42.686-08:00Empty Afternoon.Your coldness hurts me<br /><br />It burns through my skin<br /><br />It tears through my organ<br /><br />It rips apart my soul<br /><br />This I must deal with<br /><br />This will not be easy<br /><br />This is hard<br /><br />My head hurts<br /><br />and my thoughts are swimmingJ Mohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17327506811147586555noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3176699494667390967.post-5504621984002295892009-01-31T03:35:00.001-08:002009-01-31T03:48:29.809-08:00Early Morning Empty White Wine Bottle BluesGood Morning Starchildren of the Universe!!!<br /><br /><br />It's time for some of them shouted through a megaphone porch blues of the days of W. Washington street.<br /><br /><br /><br />This one is dedicated to Mr. Robert Blakely, where ever he may be and should be done in the key of F#, just to piss the piano player off.<br /><br />Tempo - lento (slow blues) - 64 bpm<br /><br />Ah one, Ah two, a you know what to do....<br /><br />[instrumental break, 112 measures]<br /><br />I look across in the morning<br /><br />To the nightstand by my bed<br /><br />Empty glasses, empty bottles<br /><br />And this feeling n my head<br /><br />Where did my ice go?<br /><br />Where is my wine?<br /><br />How did I get here?<br /><br />Last night I was feeling soooooo fine!!!<br /><br />But the lonely morning comes (lonely morning)<br /><br />and there is no solace I can find<br /><br />I just got an empty spot beside me<br /><br />and an even emptier bottle of white wine<br /><br />The week has seemed amazing<br /><br />No drama no strife<br /><br />The kind of week you dream of<br /><br />In the dark times of life<br /><br />and the entertainment lingers<br /><br />in the back of my mind<br /><br />the poet and her fingers<br /><br />seem almost too kind<br /><br />But the lonely morning comes (lonely morning)<br /><br />and there is no solace I can find<br /><br />I just got an empty spot beside me<br /><br />and an even emptier bottle of white wine<br /><br />spoken: That's alright, we gots us a couple guitars. Check yo' self!!<br /><br />[guitar solo, 232 measures]<br /><br />Now in the last verse I'm befuddled<br /><br />My words get messed up<br /><br />The meanings get all muddled<br /><br />Like the fruit in the cup<br /><br />A blessing falls upon us<br /><br />And we see we can win<br /><br />Just poor me one more glass<br /><br />Of that Hendrick's brand Gin!!!<br /><br />But the lonely morning comes (lonely morning comes)<br /><br />and there is no solace I can find<br /><br />I just got an empty spot beside me<br /><br />and an even emptier bottle of white wine<br /><br />[outro solo with back-up singers repeating "Lonely Morning Comes" - fade out]<br /><br /><br /><br /> Well than that's done too. I think I am also okay with this.J Mohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17327506811147586555noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3176699494667390967.post-89529543651788211022009-01-30T13:44:00.000-08:002009-01-30T13:51:25.768-08:00i sing the soul ironic...good mourn, my folks and fellows last<br /> and future friends forgotten<br />the tips of tales, the rimes of past<br /> a new idea begotten<br />to pull the scale to twist the pen<br /> to eat and drink and merry<br />to fall from grace and live again<br /> the rich and dark and scary<br />a time would like to vastly differ<br /> the opining of a gentry<br />the past assaults upon my liver<br /> the makings of a century<br />sing songs of joy and love and sex<br /> and dance around the table<br />the causes all but for effects<br /> an old and tattered fable<br />but when will end our troubled minds<br /> and what at last will find them<br />upon the tall stung power lines<br /> we break the tie that binds them<br /><br /><br />Thank you. I did something. I'm OK with it.J Mohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17327506811147586555noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3176699494667390967.post-14442878215892542292009-01-21T02:48:00.000-08:002009-01-21T03:00:55.828-08:00Tooby ooby walla, Nooby abba naba.......<span style="font-weight: bold;">Early morning singing a song<br /><br /><br /> </span>Alright, first off I can not stand this fricking blog program writer thing. I wanted to put the first line in bold and the rest normal, but apparently this is an impossibility. I have tried everything and the body of the text is still bold. Seriously, how hard is it to have a proper text editing program on a site that primarily deals in publishing text that people have entered. Dammit. This is pissing me off something fierce right now. Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.<br /><br /> You know what else has been pissing me off? The fact that I tend to leave open ended questions on blog posts and no one seems to bother to comment anymore. Now, I must admit, I never comment on my own blog, so maybe the process is more involved than getting a two year travel visa in China, but I have a feeling this is not the case. I know people are at least loading this page, so why not take a few moments to drop your thoughts or at least tell me how much I continue to suck? I would actually prefer all of the comments to be harsh criticisms about my lack of style and flow. Let's get on this people. If I do not see more comments, I will probably continue to complain about not seeing any comments... I hope y'all don't mind having that on your conscious....<span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /><br /> </span> And I figured out how to fix the first problem, so I am a little less pissed... It's all in the post-editing.<span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span></span></span></span>J Mohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17327506811147586555noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3176699494667390967.post-6632830095877289292009-01-19T18:25:00.000-08:002009-01-19T18:39:36.876-08:00Love the blogger, hate the blog....Hi folks. I have been quite lax on the posts lately. A person who will remain nameless has been happily occupying a large portion of my free time. I am quite happy and thus, it seems I have very little to rant and blather about.<br /><br /> I do have some things that have been grinding my gears, though, lately. I thought I did at least.... maybe I don't. It's weird. I don't seem to have as much to share right now. I apologize to the general reading public. I will try harder and refind my proper voice. Until then, I wish you all the best. Thank you and good night.J Mohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17327506811147586555noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3176699494667390967.post-84003619066459528102009-01-13T03:49:00.000-08:002009-01-13T03:57:26.343-08:00So yeah....I know that it seems that about half of my blogs written this Brave, New Year have been complaining about trying to get out a blog every other day. I am sorry that I am beating this issue like a dead horse. I really thought I had a follow up statement to add to that sentence, something starting with "though...", but I guess not. My problem lately is that I have become a bit of a chat addict. In the last few days, I have chatted with several folks that I haven't seen in upwards of 8-10 years. It is great to, in the very least, briefly reconnect with these folks, but, unfortunately, when I am typing in four to eight different chat windows at once, it is hard to also type a blog. I just do not have those type of keyboard <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">skillz</span>... I really don't think anyone has those <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">skillz</span>. Well, probably someone, I have just yet to meet him or her. So, here it is, another blog of excuses about not blogging. I think it's about number five it what is sure to be an ongoing series. That's about it. I kinda have to go to work. Later peeps!!<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Special Bonus Game:</span> One of the sentences above, and it's overuse of commas, is dedicated to a very special someone. Can you figure out which sentence?J Mohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17327506811147586555noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3176699494667390967.post-27145990646285783512009-01-10T05:50:00.001-08:002009-01-10T05:52:43.968-08:00Note on the other post....First off, I don't have -1, I am one up on the flu in case that was causing any confusion. Secondly, I am not sure why the font size gradually increases as the post goes on. I tried to fix this and, as of yet, no dice. If anyone has a clue why this happened or how it can be resolved, please drop me a comment/e-mail and let me know. Thank y'all for coming.J Mohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17327506811147586555noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3176699494667390967.post-4671433568444736022009-01-10T05:12:00.000-08:002009-01-10T05:49:36.345-08:00Jim -1:Flu -0Alright, lets first deal with the 20 lb. elephant in the room. My every other day blog concept is not exactly going as planned. For this I am sorry. My output has definitely increased, but I am falling a bit below the expected return. I, of course, have several excuses lined up for why this is not my fault. Okay, I kinda lied there. I only really have one excuse. I was stricken with the dreaded Spanish Influenza for the last few days. Though the mortality rate is upwards of .16%, I was able to barely escape death... thus the title of this update. I am actually right on target with the number of blog posts, given that I do one tomorrow. I just haven't kept strictly to the scheduled <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">regimen</span> of every other day. But, come on, of all you people out there who kinda know me, did you even expect me to do this well. I was pretty sure I would be dropping the every other day thing by about January 5<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">th</span>. All I can say is I was sick, I beat the flu, now I'm going to stick out my tongue and make that raspberry noise at mother nature.<br /><br /> For some added content, I thought I would transcribe an old piece of my own that I stumbled upon. I recently found three separate, but equal, poems that I had written while waiting for the Student Promotion Committee to decide the fate of my life for what I believe was the first, but may have been the second time. For those of you who have not experienced the joys of attending medical school, let me give you a brief rundown of what the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">SPC</span> is. Basically, if you have any academic trouble in school, you are forced to go in a plead your case in front of a panel of approximately 20 doctors who are all heads of the various teaching departments. They are, for the most part, quite harsh and cruel to you and make you feel like you are a true piece of shit because they were all able to get through med school, why can't you. They all totally <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">disregard</span> the fact that the science has grown exponentially since they even had to take a class and we are falling into a more and more absurd quagmire of an educational system. Also, and this is just a guess, I think at least half of them assume that you are cheating on tests even if there is not a lick of evidence to prove this. Needless to say, a visit to the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">SPC</span> is quite stressful. I found it quited my soul to write some poetry while I waited. I now present for your viewing pleasure, those exact poems.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" ><br />Untitled #1</span><br />Taken from the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">womb</span><br /> Burst forth forcefully<br />Propelled out of time and place<br /> No ability to survive<br />No desire to continue<br /> The last great hope<br />Of a failing nation<br /> Ripped to shreds<br />As if to bed<br /> The great beasts<br />A moment of deliberation<br /> A lifetime considered<br />Then expelled<br /> As so much trash that has come before<br />The wasted recycling of a future past<br /> Nothing was learned<br />Nothing was saved<br /><br />Who comes forth to speak<br /> A mess of a messiah<br />Torn from the gloss of magazines<br /> Found in the newspapers of time<br />Bleeding from all limbs<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;"> </span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:100%;">A <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">hyperstygmatic</span><br />Unable to control his hateful lashings<br /> Or to state his true desires<br />Rocked by a new light<br /> Colored unlike the spectrum<br />To <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">which</span> most eyes are blind<br /> But to which all must eventually see<br />No end in sight<br /> For the urban plight<br />That <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">sprawls</span> before our bated breath<br /> A wish for some, but wished to death<br />Secrets of a mourning flight<br /><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Untitled #2<br /></span>And so at last we part our ways<br />Driven by an ego inflated </span>with hydrogen<br />Explosive, deadly, and unable to survive<br />The harsh spark-filled environment<br />Torn down by the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">Templars</span> of an ancient way<br />Let go to be lost<br />Among the vast sea of <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">anonymity</span><br /><br />The last one is just a fragment. I believe that I started on it and then was called back in the room to be told that the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">SPC</span> reached no conclusion and that I would have to come back before them in another month. Yes, they put me through this torture and grilling and waiting just so I could do it all over again in another month<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Untitled Fragment #1<br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span></span></span>But to the hills a cry rings out<br />Take all that you see and it will be yours<br />But act quickly, for there is danger about<br />From the likes of junkies, drunks, and whores<br />A telltale sign of future....<br /><br />Yeah, that's where it ends. I should really try and finish that one... or at least reuse the third and fourth lines. I always liked those ones. That's it for today, folks. Hope the new year is treating you all well. I know I've been having a blast.<br /></span></span>J Mohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17327506811147586555noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3176699494667390967.post-85960095342158556052009-01-05T22:18:00.000-08:002009-01-05T22:52:37.110-08:00And now for something completely different...So, I have my old desktop computer set up on a bookshelf at the end of my bed in my bedroom. I have paired down the unnecessary software and tried to eliminate all needless processes so that the computer can mainly be used as a media center which will play my music, dvd's and videos. On account of the age of the monitor, about 6 years old, I like to put on a screen saver for when the computer is not being actively listened too, i.e. when I go to sleep... maybe if I go to sleep is more apropos... Anywho, I was looking through the basic, Windows XP screensaver options when I saw the option for Slideshow from My Pictures. Now, I have not looked at any of the pictures on this computer in probably about a year or so, so I have little to no clue what files I had placed in my pictures. <br /> Now is the point where everyone expects the worst... something sick and perverted. Well, you folks could not be more wrong. It turns out the majority of the files in the my picures folder are from my step sister Melissa's wedding. I have not looked at pictures from there wedding in probably about a good year and a half, or so. These pictures also include several candid shots from The Essen Haus the night before the wedding. There are several things that are especially striking me about this impromptu slide-show down memory lane. One, I forgot how long my hair used to be. I know, it's only been about five months since I cut my hair, but the pictures of me with long hair still throw me off. Second, I love how goofy my step sister and her husband are together... and how goofy my cousin and her husband are... and how goofy the majority of my aunts and uncles are... and how awesome it is that they are goofy... and how happy they look.<br /> Maybe that's the secret to happiness. Staying goofy, even in the midst of a beautiful wedding. Goofyness definitely seems to be where it's at. I want to make a vow to be more goofy.J Mohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17327506811147586555noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3176699494667390967.post-6958016282052005572009-01-05T18:25:00.000-08:002009-01-05T18:47:20.533-08:00Forced inspiration = forced resultsYeah. I know. I promised a new blog post every other day... and I am kinda keeping up my end of the bargain. Sorta. Almost. Not entirely. I have come to this small realization that I may not have enough self-imposed motivation to keep these things interesting. Maybe I'm not cut out for the serial life style. I am currently eating some French Silk Pie from Baker's Square right now and it is quite good... I am getting it on my keyboard a bit, which sucks. I hate being messy seemingly by default. It's not that I don't try; it's just that I tend not to care. My apathy is showing again. Yuk. That cannot be attractive. Luckily I lack the proper outro-spection to see the true nature of my apathetic self, so... soooo...... I don't know. I do not feel like I would treat the aforementioned racism blog with proper pathos right now. Maybe I should do what I used to do back in my Myspace.com blog days and write a rap song. I think I can currently care enough to make up some stupid rhymes. I just need a sample now. Give me a few minutes. I gotta hit up youtube...<br /><br />"But I get so nervous..."<br />"Start." - Janine - Soul Coughing<br /><br />"Ah one, ah two, ah you know what to do!!"<br /><br />............and I don't. This is a bust. I'm too stuck in my head to rhyme. sorry. maybe later.<br /><br /><br />I think I apologize too much.J Mohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17327506811147586555noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3176699494667390967.post-63306876632937572512009-01-03T08:46:00.000-08:002009-01-03T09:51:05.251-08:00Nothing better than Holiday Racism...Okay. I might have to make this a bit quick since I am supposed to leave for a family party in about, let me see... ten freakin' minutes. Dammit. Never mind. I can't finish this in ten minutes. If I don't have time later due to the constraints of familiar camaraderie, I will post a blog tomorrow... which is technically my day off. That's how dedicated I am to my readership. Wow, I didn't think readership was an actual word. Sweet.<br /><br />To Be Continued.....<br /><br /><br />Really, I guess, to be started, too....J Mohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17327506811147586555noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3176699494667390967.post-70472196359888063982009-01-01T21:50:00.000-08:002009-01-01T21:55:17.531-08:00Twas the Raging Artist inside me...So, I recently made a promise to post a blog on this thing every other day. Yes, I know it sounds quite insane and I am worried about having enough original material, but I will give it a shot. One thing that may be difficult is the fact that I am not as truly mobile as I would like to be. I have no phone with blog writing/posting abilities. This may change in the coming weeks (read:I can get a new phone on January 15th), but for now it looks as though I may have to carry my laptop around like a purse. <br /><br />Hmmmm.... I may have to get a few more laptop cases so I can properly accessorize. See you folks in a couple days.J Mohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17327506811147586555noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3176699494667390967.post-51574028148617844262008-12-09T15:16:00.000-08:002008-12-09T15:28:16.375-08:00Sticking in the guitar vein....Yes, the answer to the title is a half plunged heroin needle, but that is not important right now. What is important is more pertinent guitar information. Everyone is sorely lacking in a fairly decent sized portion of guitar information nearly every waking moment of the day, as studies have shown (cite lost). I stumbled upon a list today of the seven worst guitar solos ever as picked by that true bastion of music, Spike TV. The list was almost completely pointless, saying Kurt Cobain "didn't have any guitar chops" (highly debatable) and equating Lenny Kravitz to the nadir of guitar playing (I've seem him live, he can phukin' play... and his drummer is hot, so win/win, right?). The article was grating against my better judgment so much that I almost quite reading it. But everyone out there knows that I am not the quitting type. Thankfully, #1 did make it all worth it. I embed for the joy of all, the true pinnacle of guitar solo suck brought to you by none other than Mr Fred "That Douche Bag from Limpbiskit"Durst. Enjoy and please be as honest as you can in your comments. Fred is listening...<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2MI-_jWAmlE&color1=0xb1b1b1&color2=0xcfcfcf&hl=en&feature=player_embedded&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2MI-_jWAmlE&color1=0xb1b1b1&color2=0xcfcfcf&hl=en&feature=player_embedded&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>J Mohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17327506811147586555noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3176699494667390967.post-32895815098889120632008-12-08T23:32:00.000-08:002008-12-09T00:32:21.358-08:00The Elusive Satch-Chris Martin Link...Alright, I may be a few days late on this story, but I had to throw it out there. Apparently, if mine eyes have seen the proper glory, Joe "Satch" Satriani is amassing a lawsuit against one of my current guilty-pleasures, Coldplay (Please, don't hate me, it's just soooo damn catchy. I guess I drank the wrong Kool-aid... or maybe it's that damn Vitamin Water) saying that the hit melody of Coldplay's multi-Grammy nominated hit "Viva La Vida" (the actual song, not the whole album) was plagiarized from Satch's early... ummmmm... song(?) "If I Could Fly" off the 2004 smash, um, album "Is There Love In Space" (I know I bought two copies, in case I wore one out). Now, I am going to first off say that, yes, I have heard "Viva La Vida" a great number of times and that I have just sat through approximately ten minutes of the Satch ditty "If I Could Fly" on various Youtube.com videos. The first was the full 6:30 album cut set to what a believe was a wedding slide show that one of my Parasitology guest lecturers in medical school would of put together if they were stuck in Minot, North Dekota and only hap a laptop running Windows 3.1, a scanner, and the last 25 years of Guitar World back issues for media. Yes, it is <span style="font-style: italic;">that</span> good. The second was a Romanian band named the <span>Adi Manolovici Syndikate playing a cover of "If I Could Fly" live at the </span><span>R&B Club Sibiu on mar. 2008, and yes, that information is completely cut and pasted from the actual youtube video because I am willing to do that, yet not provide a proper link because, truthfully, Joe Satriani is not for the casual listener. Those adventurous enough may seek these videos out on their own... quite easily, but I will not promote people listening to washed-up, virtuoso guitatists who obviously did not invest their money very well and are now grasping at straws, let alone a Romanian band that actually covers the former. Trust me, this is for your own good.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">The Verdict:<br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /> <span style="font-size:100%;">I know that you are all eagerly awaiting the verdict on this historic litigation. That is why I have called myself as an expert witness to </span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span></span></span></span>clear up this mess once and for all... and thus be the law of the land... maybe. I'm really not secure enough to even fake that kind of confidence. I will say this, the first minute or two of the Satriani song do resemble the initially heard verse and chorus of Coldplay's "Viva La Vida". As far as after the intro.... hmmmm.... to be honest with all of you, I rarely make it through more that a minute of any Satch song (except Summer Song, of course) without kinda fading out and thinking about the nuns that taught me in grade school or Top Withens in England or any god damned thing because I get sooooooooo bored. I recognize that Joe Satriani is a great musical talent, but I find the majority of things that are in his oevre seem to be a bit relentless and tedious. I figure it's similar to what would be heard if we had recordings of J.S. Bach dinking around on the harpsichord drunk in front of his friends. I'm sure it would be brilliant, but it wouldn't keep any one's attention for more than a few minutes before someone in the room would shout out "Play Allegro #2 from the French Suites" and Bach would have to go back to performing his rigid, God-praising compositions. But, that is kind of the point of composition. To have a beginning, a middle, and an end without a bunch of scalar wanking going on. I mean, I can listen to a nine minute Frank Zappa guitar instrumental, but he was a genius musician and he was freaking insane. That keeps it interesting. Satch has done some good things, but it's mired in a virtual cesspool of everything else, if you get my not-too-cryptic drift. Thus, I guess my verdict is inconclusive. It depends on how many people picked for the jury are as bored as I am...<br /><br /> <span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;">The Aftermath:<br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"> </span></span></span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:100%;"> <span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /> </span>And that's not even the worst part. I would like you all to think of what would happen if Mr. Satriani was to win this case. </span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Sure, it may be a victory for one apparently unfortunately down and out virtuoso guitarist/composer, but think of the horrible precedent it may set. If one would go back through all of the demos, outtakes, B-sides, home-recordings, etc. of a man like Joe Satriani, one could probably find the melody to every poplular tune ever written in the last two centuries. This would mean endless musical litigation with an endless number of people being forced to hear hours of wanking on guitar... and this is not even touching Steve Vai's catalog yet {<span style="font-style: italic;">shudder}</span></span></span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">.<br /><br /> </span></span></span></span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:100%;">I leave you with the original news story link from which I got the basic information on this lawsuit. That should prove my point..... and I will try and follow this and keep y'all posted. Happy Holidays.<br /><br /><a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/nm/20081205/music_nm/us_coldplay_1">http://news.yahoo.com/s/nm/20081205/music_nm/us_coldplay_1</a><br /></span></span>J Mohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17327506811147586555noreply@blogger.com1