Here are 5 albums that I put on my ipod today, and my brief thoughts on them all:
Every Time I Die - New Junk Aesthetic
This band is getting more and more boring with every release. Truthfully though, there isn't much to do and nowhere to go for this band. With that said, these songs are decent enough, I just feel like I have heard them all before.
Brand New - Daisy
I quickly listened to this in my car as I was doing errands. I was not impressed at all. In fact, I don't think I really even heard any single song from it. In one ear and out the other.
Bruce Springsteen - Nebraska
I had just realized that I didn't have this album on my ipod, so instead of uploading my shitty scratched cd, I just d/l a better version of it. Good call on my part!
The Constantines - Shine A Light
Another great band that I realized I just didn't have this album on my ipod for one reason or the other. I saw this band after a long day of being at one of the Pitchfork Fests, then going to see Journey, and then finally their show at the Empty Bottle.
The Mountain Goats - Tallahassee
Again, just updated my ipod with great albums that I seemed to have skipped over.
Wednesday, September 30, 2009
Doomriders - Darkness Comes Alive
Doomriders is the most badass band out there. This is a fact. I just listened to this new album by them, and I had the sudden urge to drink some whiskey and go out and shred some gnar on my skateboard. Ride or Die!
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Sweet Movie
I remember when I was 14 or 15 years old, and seeing the John Water's movie Pink Flamingos for the first time. I was shocked, and awed, and disgusted, and completely mind-fucked. I loved it. Well, last night I had all of those same feelings when I saw Sweet Movie:
This movie is fucking insane.
This movie is fucking insane.
Thursday, September 24, 2009
Fashion
Devinc7 (10:13:29 PM): dude. serious news. you know how i don't wear sleeves a lot? i do now, but i wear button downs. but i don't button them. ever. awesome?
they2chae (10:14:10 PM): I haven't worn a long sleeved shirt in at least 7-8 years maybe longer
they2chae (10:14:21 PM): only time is like dress shirts for work, etc.
Devinc7 (10:14:27 PM): i've been rocking them, but i usually roll the sleeves up
Devinc7 (10:14:39 PM): but dude, i do not button them!!! at all!!!!!
they2chae (10:14:59 PM): I guess I do have one casual botton down that is long sleeved
they2chae (10:15:03 PM): but I dont really wear it
they2chae (10:15:06 PM): i dont like long sleeves
they2chae (10:15:24 PM): I also do not like jean shorts I have not worn jean shorts in at least 5-6 years
Devinc7 (10:15:27 PM): chae, i don't think you understand. i do not button any of my shirts!!!!!!!!
they2chae (10:15:39 PM): I dont think thats really that crazy
they2chae (10:15:48 PM): I used to wear short sleeved button downs and not button them
Devinc7 (10:16:15 PM): but dude!!!! i'm not wearing an undershirt!!!!!!
they2chae (10:16:36 PM): oh... okay that is crazy
they2chae (10:14:10 PM): I haven't worn a long sleeved shirt in at least 7-8 years maybe longer
they2chae (10:14:21 PM): only time is like dress shirts for work, etc.
Devinc7 (10:14:27 PM): i've been rocking them, but i usually roll the sleeves up
Devinc7 (10:14:39 PM): but dude, i do not button them!!! at all!!!!!
they2chae (10:14:59 PM): I guess I do have one casual botton down that is long sleeved
they2chae (10:15:03 PM): but I dont really wear it
they2chae (10:15:06 PM): i dont like long sleeves
they2chae (10:15:24 PM): I also do not like jean shorts I have not worn jean shorts in at least 5-6 years
Devinc7 (10:15:27 PM): chae, i don't think you understand. i do not button any of my shirts!!!!!!!!
they2chae (10:15:39 PM): I dont think thats really that crazy
they2chae (10:15:48 PM): I used to wear short sleeved button downs and not button them
Devinc7 (10:16:15 PM): but dude!!!! i'm not wearing an undershirt!!!!!!
they2chae (10:16:36 PM): oh... okay that is crazy
Community...continued
Devinc7 (9:56:23 PM): are you still watching the show? i'm freaked out
they2chae (9:56:29 PM): yea its fucking intense
Devinc7 (9:57:05 PM): hahahaha. "did you say S"
Devinc7 (9:57:13 PM): matt and kim in the background
they2chae (9:57:14 PM): MATT AND KIM
they2chae (9:57:29 PM): hahhahah we both noticed it thats pretty gay
they2chae (9:57:43 PM): how much do you love that bacardi commercial
Devinc7 (9:57:48 PM): hahaha, you got really excited about it though!!!
they2chae (9:56:29 PM): yea its fucking intense
Devinc7 (9:57:05 PM): hahahaha. "did you say S"
Devinc7 (9:57:13 PM): matt and kim in the background
they2chae (9:57:14 PM): MATT AND KIM
they2chae (9:57:29 PM): hahhahah we both noticed it thats pretty gay
they2chae (9:57:43 PM): how much do you love that bacardi commercial
Devinc7 (9:57:48 PM): hahaha, you got really excited about it though!!!
Community
Devinc7 (9:30:53 PM): dude, i need to go watch this community show
they2chae (9:33:11 PM): that show is funny
Devinc7 (9:34:10 PM): i missed the first episode
Devinc7 (9:34:13 PM): is this the second?
they2chae (9:34:46 PM): yes
they2chae (9:34:50 PM): isnt the hot chick from mad men
Devinc7 (9:35:08 PM): isnt who the hot chick from mad men
they2chae (9:35:32 PM): the blond
Devinc7 (9:36:07 PM): i thought the hot chick from mad men had red hair and huge tits
Devinc7 (9:36:28 PM): dude. you are in this show!!!!!
they2chae (9:36:34 PM): oh, I dont know i just heard some chick from mad men was on the show
they2chae (9:36:35 PM): hahhaha
they2chae (9:36:49 PM): if I was as funny as this dude that would be awesome
Devinc7 (9:36:55 PM): dude this is awesome
they2chae (9:37:03 PM): also is the indian dude, amit, quinn's old roommate
Devinc7 (9:37:27 PM): this show is intense
Devinc7 (9:37:54 PM): starburns
they2chae (9:39:06 PM): dude amit
Devinc7 (9:39:27 PM): you and amit make a great team
they2chae (9:39:33 PM): hahahhaa
Devinc7 (9:39:35 PM): best actor and best supporting actor
they2chae (9:33:11 PM): that show is funny
Devinc7 (9:34:10 PM): i missed the first episode
Devinc7 (9:34:13 PM): is this the second?
they2chae (9:34:46 PM): yes
they2chae (9:34:50 PM): isnt the hot chick from mad men
Devinc7 (9:35:08 PM): isnt who the hot chick from mad men
they2chae (9:35:32 PM): the blond
Devinc7 (9:36:07 PM): i thought the hot chick from mad men had red hair and huge tits
Devinc7 (9:36:28 PM): dude. you are in this show!!!!!
they2chae (9:36:34 PM): oh, I dont know i just heard some chick from mad men was on the show
they2chae (9:36:35 PM): hahhaha
they2chae (9:36:49 PM): if I was as funny as this dude that would be awesome
Devinc7 (9:36:55 PM): dude this is awesome
they2chae (9:37:03 PM): also is the indian dude, amit, quinn's old roommate
Devinc7 (9:37:27 PM): this show is intense
Devinc7 (9:37:54 PM): starburns
they2chae (9:39:06 PM): dude amit
Devinc7 (9:39:27 PM): you and amit make a great team
they2chae (9:39:33 PM): hahahhaa
Devinc7 (9:39:35 PM): best actor and best supporting actor
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
Monday, September 21, 2009
Fun in Cyberland
TheY2Chae (10:44:09 PM): yeah I need to do some running before it gets really cold
TheY2Chae (10:44:21 PM): otherwise I only have like 3 pairs of jeans I can wear
Devinc7 (10:44:27 PM): want to have a footrace when i come back next month
Devinc7 (10:44:33 PM): i'll for sure beat you right now
TheY2Chae (10:44:37 PM): hahhah no way
Devinc7 (10:44:46 PM): dude. i run and shit
Devinc7 (10:45:30 PM): i take shitsd
TheY2Chae (10:45:37 PM): what does that even mean
Devinc7 (10:45:46 PM): i run. and i take shits.
TheY2Chae (10:45:49 PM): we shouldve raced like a year ago
TheY2Chae (10:45:55 PM): I wouldve murdered you
Devinc7 (10:45:57 PM): we really should have
Devinc7 (10:46:07 PM): just the idea of having a footrace was a pretty great idea
TheY2Chae (10:46:10 PM): you should race fat
TheY2Chae (10:46:14 PM): and then fat would die
Devinc7 (10:46:17 PM): hahaha
TheY2Chae (10:46:20 PM): like real die
Devinc7 (10:46:22 PM): i don't think he needs the help dying
TheY2Chae (10:46:35 PM): dude fat needs to get gastric bypass
TheY2Chae (10:46:39 PM): or hes going to die
TheY2Chae (10:44:21 PM): otherwise I only have like 3 pairs of jeans I can wear
Devinc7 (10:44:27 PM): want to have a footrace when i come back next month
Devinc7 (10:44:33 PM): i'll for sure beat you right now
TheY2Chae (10:44:37 PM): hahhah no way
Devinc7 (10:44:46 PM): dude. i run and shit
Devinc7 (10:45:30 PM): i take shitsd
TheY2Chae (10:45:37 PM): what does that even mean
Devinc7 (10:45:46 PM): i run. and i take shits.
TheY2Chae (10:45:49 PM): we shouldve raced like a year ago
TheY2Chae (10:45:55 PM): I wouldve murdered you
Devinc7 (10:45:57 PM): we really should have
Devinc7 (10:46:07 PM): just the idea of having a footrace was a pretty great idea
TheY2Chae (10:46:10 PM): you should race fat
TheY2Chae (10:46:14 PM): and then fat would die
Devinc7 (10:46:17 PM): hahaha
TheY2Chae (10:46:20 PM): like real die
Devinc7 (10:46:22 PM): i don't think he needs the help dying
TheY2Chae (10:46:35 PM): dude fat needs to get gastric bypass
TheY2Chae (10:46:39 PM): or hes going to die
Manchester Derby
I can't stand Manchester United. This was a pretty awesome game though. Too bad City couldn't pull off the win:
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
Monday, September 14, 2009
Nino Castellano
September 8th was my father's 54th birthday. He was still in the hospital, and actually doing worse than he had been, so it was tough to celebrate it in any way. Still, I turned on the Yankees game and sat down next to him to watch it, something we would have done if he was healthy and well. Throughout the game, he seemed to be getting worse with an infection that lead him to have a high fever. Even with all of this happening around us, we both were able to watch the game, as Nick Swisher came through to hit a walk-off home-run to win the game for the Yankees as they continued to roll to the best record in the major leagues. It was a good birthday gift for my dad.
He still was fighting his infection though. At times he was sweating profusely and at other times he was freezing cold. He was receiving his antibiotics and other medicine, as well as having one of those wet blankets on him. There wasn't much for me to do though except be by his side. I sat there and finished up the book I was reading, “The Road” by Cormac McCarthy. It was a great book, possibly one of the best I have ever read. The post-apocalyptic tale of a man and his son traveling on a road, trying to survive without any food and supplies, while also trying to avoid other survivors who have turned to cannibalism to live. It was beautifully written, but I knew it was coming to a tragic end as I got closer and closer to the last page. At the end, the father passes away.
Soon after I finished my book, my own father passed away. It was roughly 2:30am on September 9th. He was losing his fight with the infection, and as was his wishes, my mother and I made the decision to take him off all his medications and his life-support. I held his freezing hand the entire time as he made his way to death. Just as I thought his breathing came to a halt, he made one last quick grip on my hand, squeezing it as to tell me everything was going to be alright, and that he loved me. I certainly loved him.
The next few days were somewhat a blur to me. I was mostly focused on how both my sister and my mother were handling the situations. Thankfully, they both seemed to be holding in there. Thankfully too, my father had already made his wishes clear on what he wanted, and that didn't include and traditional funeral and wake. We have never been a religious family, and I agreed that anything traditional like that would have been in contrast to what my father was all about. Instead, he wanted to be cremated. Before doing this though, we had my grandmother come up and we set up a viewing of the body for her to say her goodbyes and get closure.
We then set up a memorial service at the Partners in Restorative Initiative in Rochester, which is an organization that my dad was a board member of. It was nothing formal, but instead it was just a little get-together with some food where his friends, family, and coworkers could remember his life and accomplishments. We also set up a silent auction where people could bid on pictures that I had enlarged, restored, and framed. It was a success on many levels. I think everyone enjoyed it and it was something my dad would have enjoyed too.
After his memorial, we really celebrated his life by having many people back over to the house for a house party that reached epic proportions. This was something that my father would have loved, as he was always a man who wanted to share the company of his friends and some drinks and some fun times. The drinks were flowing, fireworks were being lit off, and all his friends and loved ones were sharing stories about all the great times in my father's life. It was a perfect sending off for him.
He still was fighting his infection though. At times he was sweating profusely and at other times he was freezing cold. He was receiving his antibiotics and other medicine, as well as having one of those wet blankets on him. There wasn't much for me to do though except be by his side. I sat there and finished up the book I was reading, “The Road” by Cormac McCarthy. It was a great book, possibly one of the best I have ever read. The post-apocalyptic tale of a man and his son traveling on a road, trying to survive without any food and supplies, while also trying to avoid other survivors who have turned to cannibalism to live. It was beautifully written, but I knew it was coming to a tragic end as I got closer and closer to the last page. At the end, the father passes away.
Soon after I finished my book, my own father passed away. It was roughly 2:30am on September 9th. He was losing his fight with the infection, and as was his wishes, my mother and I made the decision to take him off all his medications and his life-support. I held his freezing hand the entire time as he made his way to death. Just as I thought his breathing came to a halt, he made one last quick grip on my hand, squeezing it as to tell me everything was going to be alright, and that he loved me. I certainly loved him.
The next few days were somewhat a blur to me. I was mostly focused on how both my sister and my mother were handling the situations. Thankfully, they both seemed to be holding in there. Thankfully too, my father had already made his wishes clear on what he wanted, and that didn't include and traditional funeral and wake. We have never been a religious family, and I agreed that anything traditional like that would have been in contrast to what my father was all about. Instead, he wanted to be cremated. Before doing this though, we had my grandmother come up and we set up a viewing of the body for her to say her goodbyes and get closure.
We then set up a memorial service at the Partners in Restorative Initiative in Rochester, which is an organization that my dad was a board member of. It was nothing formal, but instead it was just a little get-together with some food where his friends, family, and coworkers could remember his life and accomplishments. We also set up a silent auction where people could bid on pictures that I had enlarged, restored, and framed. It was a success on many levels. I think everyone enjoyed it and it was something my dad would have enjoyed too.
After his memorial, we really celebrated his life by having many people back over to the house for a house party that reached epic proportions. This was something that my father would have loved, as he was always a man who wanted to share the company of his friends and some drinks and some fun times. The drinks were flowing, fireworks were being lit off, and all his friends and loved ones were sharing stories about all the great times in my father's life. It was a perfect sending off for him.
Tuesday, September 8, 2009
Life and Death
I haven't really been posting anything of substance lately, or at all actually. I don't know if this will ever change, but for the post I wanted to give everyone an update on what is going on.
My father is currently in the hospital. It is pretty serious. He had a stroke 4 years ago on the left side of his brain. That artery was 100% blocked. His other artery, on the right side, was blocked 50%. Recently, he started to develop eye problems in his right eye, and the doctors realized that this was due to more blockage in that artery. On August 28th, it was found that his artery was now 99% blocked and he was rushed into surgery.
The surgery cleared up the artery, but the rush of blood into his brain was too much and he had a hemorrhagic stroke. He was placed under heavy sedation while he was connected to a respirator. During this time he had no movement in his left side of his body, but could move his right arm up and down, and squeeze his hand. He then received a tracheostomy that allowed him to start breathing on his own and for him to come off his sedation. Unfortunately, he never improved. More ct-scans and an mri showed that he had yet a 3rd stroke. This time an ischemic stroke that has disabled his entire right side of the brain. This is not good.
My dad, if he recovers, will never even remotely live a life that resembles once he used to live. The doctors have told me that it is even a slim chance that he would live a life where he is even moderately disabled. Instead, his life will consist of breathing tubes, feeding tubes, and a long and slow rehab that might not even see him ever get out of bed. My dad would not want to live that type of existence. That is something he has made clear.
So that leads us to today, 2 and a half weeks after he entered the hospital. He is critical, but stable at the moment. My mother. my sister, and myself have a decision to make soon. I've made my mind up, and that is to respect my dad's wishes. Seems like the logical choice to me, right? I think my mom is on board too, but I'm not sure my sister is. I can't blame her though, as she is getting married in 3 weeks. So we'll see what happens.
All I can say is this though...My dad is a great man. He has lived a life that has accomplished much. He has touched many in a positive way, and has made an impact on the world. That is something that he can be proud of. I know that I am proud of him.
My father is currently in the hospital. It is pretty serious. He had a stroke 4 years ago on the left side of his brain. That artery was 100% blocked. His other artery, on the right side, was blocked 50%. Recently, he started to develop eye problems in his right eye, and the doctors realized that this was due to more blockage in that artery. On August 28th, it was found that his artery was now 99% blocked and he was rushed into surgery.
The surgery cleared up the artery, but the rush of blood into his brain was too much and he had a hemorrhagic stroke. He was placed under heavy sedation while he was connected to a respirator. During this time he had no movement in his left side of his body, but could move his right arm up and down, and squeeze his hand. He then received a tracheostomy that allowed him to start breathing on his own and for him to come off his sedation. Unfortunately, he never improved. More ct-scans and an mri showed that he had yet a 3rd stroke. This time an ischemic stroke that has disabled his entire right side of the brain. This is not good.
My dad, if he recovers, will never even remotely live a life that resembles once he used to live. The doctors have told me that it is even a slim chance that he would live a life where he is even moderately disabled. Instead, his life will consist of breathing tubes, feeding tubes, and a long and slow rehab that might not even see him ever get out of bed. My dad would not want to live that type of existence. That is something he has made clear.
So that leads us to today, 2 and a half weeks after he entered the hospital. He is critical, but stable at the moment. My mother. my sister, and myself have a decision to make soon. I've made my mind up, and that is to respect my dad's wishes. Seems like the logical choice to me, right? I think my mom is on board too, but I'm not sure my sister is. I can't blame her though, as she is getting married in 3 weeks. So we'll see what happens.
All I can say is this though...My dad is a great man. He has lived a life that has accomplished much. He has touched many in a positive way, and has made an impact on the world. That is something that he can be proud of. I know that I am proud of him.
Friday, September 4, 2009
Cheers
In the future, when I pass away, I want someone to say this at my funeral (which needs to be held at a bar):
"You climbed mountains
and built skyscrapers
"You made TV shows
and put out newspapers
"You were wicked good at doing stock
"You liked it
when Emilio would change your socks
"We never hung out and that makes me sad
"All the good times we could've had"
"But when I die, Uncle Preston,
you better say, 'Cheers!'
"'Cause me and you are hanging
at the pearly gates
"I'll bring the beers, I'll bring the beers"
Change names as necessary.
"You climbed mountains
and built skyscrapers
"You made TV shows
and put out newspapers
"You were wicked good at doing stock
"You liked it
when Emilio would change your socks
"We never hung out and that makes me sad
"All the good times we could've had"
"But when I die, Uncle Preston,
you better say, 'Cheers!'
"'Cause me and you are hanging
at the pearly gates
"I'll bring the beers, I'll bring the beers"
Change names as necessary.
Wednesday, September 2, 2009
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
The Whore's Child
I am going through books like a madman.
"The Whore's Child" by Richard Russo
Richard Russo used to teach at Southern Illinois University, but he is from Maine now and all of these short stories involve Camden or other coastal towns and islands of New England. It was an interesting read since I just got back from a roadtrip up there. Still, some of the short stories were a little lacking.
"The Whore's Child" by Richard Russo
Richard Russo used to teach at Southern Illinois University, but he is from Maine now and all of these short stories involve Camden or other coastal towns and islands of New England. It was an interesting read since I just got back from a roadtrip up there. Still, some of the short stories were a little lacking.
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