Friday, November 11, 2005
Rebel
The Gouts jammed fun was had. I really need to get my shit in gear. I just feel like every move I make I’m attempting to push the world into liking me. It’s like the only reason people talk to me in class is because I push myself on them, the only reason I hold the position I do at work is because I fought every for every single step along the way. Everything is a battle and I’m just tired. I wonder if there is a person a place or time where I will just feel accepted. I mean come on…Why can’t it just fall into place?
Tonight I’m going to bed without dinner and I’m not reading my guitar music…now that’s a rebel without a cause.
The Gouts jammed fun was had. I really need to get my shit in gear. I just feel like every move I make I’m attempting to push the world into liking me. It’s like the only reason people talk to me in class is because I push myself on them, the only reason I hold the position I do at work is because I fought every for every single step along the way. Everything is a battle and I’m just tired. I wonder if there is a person a place or time where I will just feel accepted. I mean come on…Why can’t it just fall into place?
Tonight I’m going to bed without dinner and I’m not reading my guitar music…now that’s a rebel without a cause.
Thursday, November 10, 2005
Writing Assignment 12 (My psyc teacher asked us to give our critique on her class.)
First of all, I love your psychology class. Yes this may sound like the words of a sycophant but I shit you not when I say that I tell everyone how much I enjoy this class. I have never had a professor who freely speaks to the students in a profane way…but it’s those moments of levity that keep tired working students interested in the subject. In the memory section of the class I learned about ways in which people encode information. I can tell that you base your lectures that information to better aid your student’s learning.
So thank you for being a fun and insightful teacher.
I’m sure it’s an ageless concept but coming from the intellectually sheltered background I came from in Aurora, Colorado (80010 What What) it doesn’t surprise me that I picked up this bit of information in a cliché pop culture novel instead of from the mouths of my direct ancestors. In Robert Pirsig’s book Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance he said something to the effect that a big problem in our world is that people don’t attack the source of problems they spend too much of their timing attacking what he called ghosts or the bi-products of the problem. So, at the expense of getting over essay-aic, I would like to discuss the source of my particular issue in the class. I thank you for the chance to give you feedback considering I have a journalism teacher who takes the opposite stance on feedback and who would probably much rather her students not have opinions. This is my third year of schooling here at Metro and what makes your class a challenge for me is your use of the textbook set college curriculum alongside your very interesting and I think much needed perspectives drawn from your personal practices in psychology. From my experiences here at Metro a majority of my professors have been professionals in the field they are teaching but they draw a clear line of what is expected of the students as far as curriculum. For example, I currently have a Spanish teacher who of course knows how to speak Spanish fluently. He sticks 100% to the school's designated curriculum according to the text book assigned to us. He will teach the class numerous idioms, phrases, cultural references, etc. but he will never make us responsible to have that information prepared enough to be tested on it. I know how to study for his class because I know exactly what material I will be tested on. I had this intro to philosophy professor who actually wrote his own curriculum for the class. We had to buy his own little hand make book called “Ponder” (which was a play on his last name Pond and when I say buy I really don’t think he turned some sort of profit on the $8 book. Even if he did I’d rather have one $8 book for class opposed to what I spend on books for other classes.) The book really couldn’t stand on its own to make sense. The content of his tests was completely drawn from his lectures and the book only had little sub-points on what he was going to discuss. It was easy for me to study for the class because I knew exactly what was expected from me. The only difficulty I have in your class is I’m not sure exactly what needs to be studied and with what emphasis…your lectures or the text book curriculum??? Some of the questions on this current test were based on your lectures and upon scouring over my entire notebook I cannot find a clear concise definitions for some of the terms I was responsible for on the test. Working 40 hours a week and enrolled in a fulltime school load (like many fellow classmates) I allot as much time as I can to studying. I haven’t faced a class environment whose curriculum is bi-driven by my teacher’s personal expertise and the school’s mandated text book. If I really needed help I believe you’d have no problem giving me your advice... But hey, it’s a page later now and I’m two points richer for it, YEA!!!
First of all, I love your psychology class. Yes this may sound like the words of a sycophant but I shit you not when I say that I tell everyone how much I enjoy this class. I have never had a professor who freely speaks to the students in a profane way…but it’s those moments of levity that keep tired working students interested in the subject. In the memory section of the class I learned about ways in which people encode information. I can tell that you base your lectures that information to better aid your student’s learning.
So thank you for being a fun and insightful teacher.
I’m sure it’s an ageless concept but coming from the intellectually sheltered background I came from in Aurora, Colorado (80010 What What) it doesn’t surprise me that I picked up this bit of information in a cliché pop culture novel instead of from the mouths of my direct ancestors. In Robert Pirsig’s book Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance he said something to the effect that a big problem in our world is that people don’t attack the source of problems they spend too much of their timing attacking what he called ghosts or the bi-products of the problem. So, at the expense of getting over essay-aic, I would like to discuss the source of my particular issue in the class. I thank you for the chance to give you feedback considering I have a journalism teacher who takes the opposite stance on feedback and who would probably much rather her students not have opinions. This is my third year of schooling here at Metro and what makes your class a challenge for me is your use of the textbook set college curriculum alongside your very interesting and I think much needed perspectives drawn from your personal practices in psychology. From my experiences here at Metro a majority of my professors have been professionals in the field they are teaching but they draw a clear line of what is expected of the students as far as curriculum. For example, I currently have a Spanish teacher who of course knows how to speak Spanish fluently. He sticks 100% to the school's designated curriculum according to the text book assigned to us. He will teach the class numerous idioms, phrases, cultural references, etc. but he will never make us responsible to have that information prepared enough to be tested on it. I know how to study for his class because I know exactly what material I will be tested on. I had this intro to philosophy professor who actually wrote his own curriculum for the class. We had to buy his own little hand make book called “Ponder” (which was a play on his last name Pond and when I say buy I really don’t think he turned some sort of profit on the $8 book. Even if he did I’d rather have one $8 book for class opposed to what I spend on books for other classes.) The book really couldn’t stand on its own to make sense. The content of his tests was completely drawn from his lectures and the book only had little sub-points on what he was going to discuss. It was easy for me to study for the class because I knew exactly what was expected from me. The only difficulty I have in your class is I’m not sure exactly what needs to be studied and with what emphasis…your lectures or the text book curriculum??? Some of the questions on this current test were based on your lectures and upon scouring over my entire notebook I cannot find a clear concise definitions for some of the terms I was responsible for on the test. Working 40 hours a week and enrolled in a fulltime school load (like many fellow classmates) I allot as much time as I can to studying. I haven’t faced a class environment whose curriculum is bi-driven by my teacher’s personal expertise and the school’s mandated text book. If I really needed help I believe you’d have no problem giving me your advice... But hey, it’s a page later now and I’m two points richer for it, YEA!!!
Like Totally Sweet
Oh my god what just happened to me? This gorgeous girl in my “Beginning Reporting” class just totally flirted with me! Amy is this gorgeous brunette who usually sits next to me in class and is a bartender (at least I think she said she is a bartender. I am a guy who suffers from guy syndrome and I probably wasn’t listening as well as I should have...but hey in my defense I also work 40hrs a week and get tired of the full class load.) She has this sweet innocent face and a perfect body. On top of that she is damn smart. She knows I have a girlfriend so it’s completely innocent but before she left from class today she acted like a goober nerd in an attempt to make me laugh. She said because I gave her some information before the class started that she would give me a tip… but it would have to wait until class ended. (She and I have this little competition in the class that whoever turns in their work fastest wins.) Then the class ended and she said, “I told you I have to give you a tip for helping me out.” I was just like, “what are you talking about?” And she runs up to the pile of turned in tests and moves hers over mine. She then like totally stares back at me and giggles as she exits the class. It really made no sense to me considering she turned her quiz in first today. So in effect I had this hot bartender girl who probably gets hit on at work like a million times a night act like a complete dork in order to put a smile on my geeky face. It was hot, sweet, fun, funny, kind and innocent. It sort of reminded my of grade school but what can I say…I’m a sucker for such gestures I loved it. I’m even writing like a 13- year-old gushy little girl. (Please see “like” above.)
Oh my god what just happened to me? This gorgeous girl in my “Beginning Reporting” class just totally flirted with me! Amy is this gorgeous brunette who usually sits next to me in class and is a bartender (at least I think she said she is a bartender. I am a guy who suffers from guy syndrome and I probably wasn’t listening as well as I should have...but hey in my defense I also work 40hrs a week and get tired of the full class load.) She has this sweet innocent face and a perfect body. On top of that she is damn smart. She knows I have a girlfriend so it’s completely innocent but before she left from class today she acted like a goober nerd in an attempt to make me laugh. She said because I gave her some information before the class started that she would give me a tip… but it would have to wait until class ended. (She and I have this little competition in the class that whoever turns in their work fastest wins.) Then the class ended and she said, “I told you I have to give you a tip for helping me out.” I was just like, “what are you talking about?” And she runs up to the pile of turned in tests and moves hers over mine. She then like totally stares back at me and giggles as she exits the class. It really made no sense to me considering she turned her quiz in first today. So in effect I had this hot bartender girl who probably gets hit on at work like a million times a night act like a complete dork in order to put a smile on my geeky face. It was hot, sweet, fun, funny, kind and innocent. It sort of reminded my of grade school but what can I say…I’m a sucker for such gestures I loved it. I’m even writing like a 13- year-old gushy little girl. (Please see “like” above.)
Wednesday, November 09, 2005
More War
Nick D Twist, “Please sir, can I have some more war?”
I was running to a computer lab to type up my psychology notes and I passed by my college’s “multicultural lounge.” In the lounge there were some hip looking peers and a big screen setup as if a film was about to be shown. Upon further deep investigation (which means I glanced over to the wall adjacent to the room’s opening) I saw a poster of what was going on. Come to find out, they were going to show a film about the war in Iraq. The movie was supposed to give details to where our tax $$$ are going. I’m sure the war's effort was predicated on a fiscal conservative budget especially sense some of our brothers and sisters over in the desert don’t have body armor…spendings gotta get cut somewhere. Afterall, all my beliefs could just be hearsay so my interest was peaked. Unfortunately my studies pressed me and I knew I couldn’t stay and enjoy the flick. As my heart swelled with disappointment…a light bulb went off in my head and once again I was content. I realized….Hey no need to worry about missing this film. As long as this administration is in office I’m sure we’ll have a few more wars initiated in the name of Americans. So my war film appetite is sure to be sated at a later date. No worries…until the next war.
Nick D Twist, “Please sir, can I have some more war?”
I was running to a computer lab to type up my psychology notes and I passed by my college’s “multicultural lounge.” In the lounge there were some hip looking peers and a big screen setup as if a film was about to be shown. Upon further deep investigation (which means I glanced over to the wall adjacent to the room’s opening) I saw a poster of what was going on. Come to find out, they were going to show a film about the war in Iraq. The movie was supposed to give details to where our tax $$$ are going. I’m sure the war's effort was predicated on a fiscal conservative budget especially sense some of our brothers and sisters over in the desert don’t have body armor…spendings gotta get cut somewhere. Afterall, all my beliefs could just be hearsay so my interest was peaked. Unfortunately my studies pressed me and I knew I couldn’t stay and enjoy the flick. As my heart swelled with disappointment…a light bulb went off in my head and once again I was content. I realized….Hey no need to worry about missing this film. As long as this administration is in office I’m sure we’ll have a few more wars initiated in the name of Americans. So my war film appetite is sure to be sated at a later date. No worries…until the next war.
Tuesday, November 08, 2005
Thoughts While Listening to Abbey Road in My Cube
I have a tool, a mnemonic device if you will. I put my closed fists together and align my knuckles in a way to create a horizontal line of humps. It’s by using these humps that I can tell you how many days are in a given month…(30-31?) A tool can be limiting in its scope, its use. It can be hindering for a person to generalize one tool as the only source for conceptualizing tasks. If one does that they run the risk for not seeing the forest for the trees. For example, I was asked how many days were in the month of May. So of course I pulled my fists out, put them together and started assigning months to my knuckles when all of a sudden….opps…I know there are 31 days in May, considering it’s my girlfriend’s birthday. It seems that clenched fists almost always get in the way of approaching problems most intelligently and creatively.
In regards to problem solving an old man once told me, “Focus on the process not the problem.”
Focus on the process not the problem.
Focus on the process not the problem.
Focus on the process not the problem.
Focus on the process not the problem.
Focus on the process not the problem.
Focus on the process not the problem.
Focus on the process not the problem.
Focus on the process not the problem.
Focus on the process not the problem.
Focus on the process not the problem.
I have a tool, a mnemonic device if you will. I put my closed fists together and align my knuckles in a way to create a horizontal line of humps. It’s by using these humps that I can tell you how many days are in a given month…(30-31?) A tool can be limiting in its scope, its use. It can be hindering for a person to generalize one tool as the only source for conceptualizing tasks. If one does that they run the risk for not seeing the forest for the trees. For example, I was asked how many days were in the month of May. So of course I pulled my fists out, put them together and started assigning months to my knuckles when all of a sudden….opps…I know there are 31 days in May, considering it’s my girlfriend’s birthday. It seems that clenched fists almost always get in the way of approaching problems most intelligently and creatively.
In regards to problem solving an old man once told me, “Focus on the process not the problem.”
Focus on the process not the problem.
Focus on the process not the problem.
Focus on the process not the problem.
Focus on the process not the problem.
Focus on the process not the problem.
Focus on the process not the problem.
Focus on the process not the problem.
Focus on the process not the problem.
Focus on the process not the problem.
Focus on the process not the problem.
Fictional News Story #2 (for Beginning Reporting Class)
Convenient store clerk shot and killed an attempted burglar yesterday at an Aurora Diamond Shamrock.
Michael Layous a 22-year-old college student killed the armed robber with a .25-caliber pistol he secretly carried to work.
“Carrying a gun is against company policy, but I figured I had to protect myself,” Layous said. “We’re open 24 hours, and the store has a history of holdups, particularly at night when there aren’t any customers in the store.”
Shortly after 11 p.m. the man pulled a gun out on Layous and asked for the money in the cash register.
The robber attempted to put the clerk in the store’s cooler when Layous shot the man.
“I shot him three times in the chest and side, but I didn’t know right away that I hit him,” Layous said. “He just ran through the front door. He didn’t even open it.”
The police found the burglar’s body in a field near the convenient store located at 1284 East Forest Blvd.
The police said the clerk acted in self defense and no charges were filed against him.
Diamond Shamrock fired Layous this morning because he broke the store’s gun policy.
Diamond Shamrock’s manager could not be reached for comments.
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Convenient store clerk shot and killed an attempted burglar yesterday at an Aurora Diamond Shamrock.
Michael Layous a 22-year-old college student killed the armed robber with a .25-caliber pistol he secretly carried to work.
“Carrying a gun is against company policy, but I figured I had to protect myself,” Layous said. “We’re open 24 hours, and the store has a history of holdups, particularly at night when there aren’t any customers in the store.”
Shortly after 11 p.m. the man pulled a gun out on Layous and asked for the money in the cash register.
The robber attempted to put the clerk in the store’s cooler when Layous shot the man.
“I shot him three times in the chest and side, but I didn’t know right away that I hit him,” Layous said. “He just ran through the front door. He didn’t even open it.”
The police found the burglar’s body in a field near the convenient store located at 1284 East Forest Blvd.
The police said the clerk acted in self defense and no charges were filed against him.
Diamond Shamrock fired Layous this morning because he broke the store’s gun policy.
Diamond Shamrock’s manager could not be reached for comments.
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The Wish Haiku
Disclaimer: ( I even admit this is cheesy but I’ve hear so many musicians say that people just need to get out of the way of the music…That advice taken, I’m posting it anyway.)
The world is rich with…
I want to make it richer
God please, oh please- Please...
Disclaimer: ( I even admit this is cheesy but I’ve hear so many musicians say that people just need to get out of the way of the music…That advice taken, I’m posting it anyway.)
The world is rich with…
I want to make it richer
God please, oh please- Please...
Monday, November 07, 2005
"You just havn't earned it yet baby."
I snuck away from class to write my blog tonight. It’s crazy how in my Spanish class the professor with ask general questions to the class and I can answer just about every single one…I mean the entire class looks at me like some crazy nerd child who knows these random Spanish answers…but when he calls on me directly it’s like clockwork that I freeze like a deer in headlights. This means I have yet to be one with the topic. The Zen masters would say I was wobbling. It also shows me (which is always better than telling… it shows me) that I am living the life of a bystander. I must be one of those annoying people who can sit on the sidelines and call the shots, but when am I going to be living and actually producing the life of those virtue-istic endeavors? When am I going to be my best referee and not only call my own shots but tangibly make them happen? As I sit here blogging this almost late for class…the infinity of this moment makes feel as if it will never happen….I just, “haven’t earned it yet baby.”
I snuck away from class to write my blog tonight. It’s crazy how in my Spanish class the professor with ask general questions to the class and I can answer just about every single one…I mean the entire class looks at me like some crazy nerd child who knows these random Spanish answers…but when he calls on me directly it’s like clockwork that I freeze like a deer in headlights. This means I have yet to be one with the topic. The Zen masters would say I was wobbling. It also shows me (which is always better than telling… it shows me) that I am living the life of a bystander. I must be one of those annoying people who can sit on the sidelines and call the shots, but when am I going to be living and actually producing the life of those virtue-istic endeavors? When am I going to be my best referee and not only call my own shots but tangibly make them happen? As I sit here blogging this almost late for class…the infinity of this moment makes feel as if it will never happen….I just, “haven’t earned it yet baby.”
Sunday, November 06, 2005
The Rag
I swear guys get their periods too. I was just reflecting on my moodiness yesterday and God I sucked. My only saving grace was The Briefs and some Boba. There’s a night and day difference between how I feel now versus how I felt yesterday. I’m not for sure what caused it but I’m willing to bet it was hormonal. Now how do I go about trying to explain that to my girlfriend??? It just shows me that I need to be 10 times nicer to her when she’s going through it. Maybe we can start taking Midol together and chew back urge to cry after watching a fabric softener commercial…thank God we don’t have a TV….lol.
I swear guys get their periods too. I was just reflecting on my moodiness yesterday and God I sucked. My only saving grace was The Briefs and some Boba. There’s a night and day difference between how I feel now versus how I felt yesterday. I’m not for sure what caused it but I’m willing to bet it was hormonal. Now how do I go about trying to explain that to my girlfriend??? It just shows me that I need to be 10 times nicer to her when she’s going through it. Maybe we can start taking Midol together and chew back urge to cry after watching a fabric softener commercial…thank God we don’t have a TV….lol.
Writing Assignment 11
From what I have read about cognitive therapy in the text book I think I’ve already been through this form of treatment. The definition as found on page 615 is: “Cognitive therapy is an insight therapy that emphasizes recognizing and changing negative thoughts and maladaptive beliefs.” The text book also goes on to describe cognitive therapy as short term and that is usually lasts from 4-20 sessions. It also says homework assignments are given to clients. I would think that a client would gain a sense of direction and some know-how in being proactive when attempting to solve his or her life’s issues after completing such treatment.
The Artist’s Way is a book written by Julia Cameron to aid people in uncovering their creative potential. She administers the content in a way that I would think a therapist would at attempting to subside negative and hindering thoughts within a patient. The book is a 12 week course that covers areas in which a person might need creative reinforcement and guidance. It touches on topics such as recovering a sense of identity to recovering a sense of faith. Each week’s chapter assign homework to the reader which meant to foster the understanding of the creativity concept discussed. There are also two consistent tasks meant to be a life long practice. The first is something called the “morning pages.” Cameron describes morning pages as meditation for westerners and basically they are three pages of stream of conscious to be written immediately after one wakes up. The second habit is called the “artist date.” The artist date is two hours one spends a week doing something for themselves by themselves. She describes the artist date as charging one’s batteries. The Artist’s Way is a 12-week long creative process and by the end a person can see that through affirmative thinking, discipline, re-evaluating old concepts, prioritizing and making time for one’s self he or she can live a fulfilling and creative life. I didn’t know it, but by buying a $15.95 book at Barnes and Nobel and sticking to its content I had administered my very own cognitive therapy treatment.
From what I have read about cognitive therapy in the text book I think I’ve already been through this form of treatment. The definition as found on page 615 is: “Cognitive therapy is an insight therapy that emphasizes recognizing and changing negative thoughts and maladaptive beliefs.” The text book also goes on to describe cognitive therapy as short term and that is usually lasts from 4-20 sessions. It also says homework assignments are given to clients. I would think that a client would gain a sense of direction and some know-how in being proactive when attempting to solve his or her life’s issues after completing such treatment.
The Artist’s Way is a book written by Julia Cameron to aid people in uncovering their creative potential. She administers the content in a way that I would think a therapist would at attempting to subside negative and hindering thoughts within a patient. The book is a 12 week course that covers areas in which a person might need creative reinforcement and guidance. It touches on topics such as recovering a sense of identity to recovering a sense of faith. Each week’s chapter assign homework to the reader which meant to foster the understanding of the creativity concept discussed. There are also two consistent tasks meant to be a life long practice. The first is something called the “morning pages.” Cameron describes morning pages as meditation for westerners and basically they are three pages of stream of conscious to be written immediately after one wakes up. The second habit is called the “artist date.” The artist date is two hours one spends a week doing something for themselves by themselves. She describes the artist date as charging one’s batteries. The Artist’s Way is a 12-week long creative process and by the end a person can see that through affirmative thinking, discipline, re-evaluating old concepts, prioritizing and making time for one’s self he or she can live a fulfilling and creative life. I didn’t know it, but by buying a $15.95 book at Barnes and Nobel and sticking to its content I had administered my very own cognitive therapy treatment.
Boba in My Briefs
Right now I’m sipping on this delightful tea sensation called Boba. I’m infatuated with this delicacy of luscious magnitude partaking in paradise is as easy as consuming this cappuccino milk tea infused with tapioca pearls and equipped with an oversized straw to suck up the gummy treats lurking at the bottom. The two best places in Denver to buy the Boba is Lollicup Tea Zone on Colorado Blvd or Pho 79 located on south Federal. Don’t get me started on Pho the Vietnamese soup...it is yet another tasty dish.
Today I woke and had the urge to put on my Spits shirt. It’s the one I’m wearing in my “I’m poor and I’m weird baby…” blog. The Spits are this little known Seattle punk band that sounds like a new wavish Ramones. Anywho the Spits are on the Dirtnap record label which used to be the label of The Briefs. Long story short I was wearing my favorite tee when I asked my girlfriend who was on the laptop to look up my used to be favorite Denver band The Symptoms last show (used to be because they are breaking up.) I thought the show was tonight at the Hi-Dive but come to find out their last show was Wednesday night. The Briefs were actually playing the Dive tonight. Synchronicity baby.
While at the show I saw #3 the old drummer from the Symptoms and stole a hug from his manly body. The crazy thing was I think his girlfriend used to be one of my MySpace buddies. She lived all the way in Colorado Springs because she went to school there. I met her on the site and we were blog pals. I remember reading the Great Gatsby in high school… (I actually read the entire book to my mom out loud because she is dyslexic and she was interested in the story.) The thing I found most unbelievable about its plot at the time was how all the characters were interrelated in such a way. I live in pseudo-big city called Denver and since I have read the book I can’t believe how small this world is…I was an infidel turned believer and tonight is one of the 100s of stories since the reading of The Great Gatsby were the magic force above…within…whatever has shown me the interdependence of everyone.
To come off of my new-age itch and for the sake of being trite…The Briefs did put on an amazing show. I have seen them play here in Denver about 7 times..OCD yeah you know me. They played three of my most prized listened treats Poor and Weird, (I Think) My Baby is a Communist and Dead in the Suburbs. To top it off I’m writing a blog while sipping the Boba…doesn’t take much to put me in the mood…lol.
Right now I’m sipping on this delightful tea sensation called Boba. I’m infatuated with this delicacy of luscious magnitude partaking in paradise is as easy as consuming this cappuccino milk tea infused with tapioca pearls and equipped with an oversized straw to suck up the gummy treats lurking at the bottom. The two best places in Denver to buy the Boba is Lollicup Tea Zone on Colorado Blvd or Pho 79 located on south Federal. Don’t get me started on Pho the Vietnamese soup...it is yet another tasty dish.
Today I woke and had the urge to put on my Spits shirt. It’s the one I’m wearing in my “I’m poor and I’m weird baby…” blog. The Spits are this little known Seattle punk band that sounds like a new wavish Ramones. Anywho the Spits are on the Dirtnap record label which used to be the label of The Briefs. Long story short I was wearing my favorite tee when I asked my girlfriend who was on the laptop to look up my used to be favorite Denver band The Symptoms last show (used to be because they are breaking up.) I thought the show was tonight at the Hi-Dive but come to find out their last show was Wednesday night. The Briefs were actually playing the Dive tonight. Synchronicity baby.
While at the show I saw #3 the old drummer from the Symptoms and stole a hug from his manly body. The crazy thing was I think his girlfriend used to be one of my MySpace buddies. She lived all the way in Colorado Springs because she went to school there. I met her on the site and we were blog pals. I remember reading the Great Gatsby in high school… (I actually read the entire book to my mom out loud because she is dyslexic and she was interested in the story.) The thing I found most unbelievable about its plot at the time was how all the characters were interrelated in such a way. I live in pseudo-big city called Denver and since I have read the book I can’t believe how small this world is…I was an infidel turned believer and tonight is one of the 100s of stories since the reading of The Great Gatsby were the magic force above…within…whatever has shown me the interdependence of everyone.
To come off of my new-age itch and for the sake of being trite…The Briefs did put on an amazing show. I have seen them play here in Denver about 7 times..OCD yeah you know me. They played three of my most prized listened treats Poor and Weird, (I Think) My Baby is a Communist and Dead in the Suburbs. To top it off I’m writing a blog while sipping the Boba…doesn’t take much to put me in the mood…lol.
