Monday, June 29, 2009
Saturday, June 27, 2009
the story of the dream(?) of Stanislas Chula, pt. 2 of 2.
it was a split second before Monk & Stan tore off their covers, hand in hand they raced behind an old Turkish trunk which secured what few valuable possessions they had. the bull now slowly walking forward, it's massive bull testicles only inches from touching the hardwood floor of the farmhouse, had temporarily lost the scent of the 2 boys, it's large, stretched scrotum full of heavy, stinking weight. The clumsy bull fumbled it's way into the living quarters of the old farmhouse. Almost drunk looking in it's entrance to the house, the bull lumbered into various objects of furniture, even knocking over the rack that holds the firewood, spilling logs aimlessly about the floor. It was now the boys realized that the bull could quite possibly be blind, hunting only by the scent that he could pick up.
"bull balls?" Stan thought. "If I can,...?"-his thoughts were immediately interrupted by a sharp pain to his forehead. His younger brother Monk had opened the lid to the old Turkish trunk bluntly smacking Stan right in the middle of the head. "AAhhhsspp-", Stan censoring his own subdued screeches of pain as to not be heard by the looming bull. "what are you doing?", Stan whispered. "SShhhh", replied Monk. & it was then, with that shush & what Monk produced from the trunk that Stan realized how they were going to defeat the brutish bull. Monk, upon his crouching behind the trunk remembered a treasure that lay wrapped in an old velvet cloth. A large, sharp knife that their uncle Randitus had once used on a poaching trip to the African Serengeti. The dried blood of an Oliphant still remained from whence Randitus cut off the lucrative ivory tusks of the massive, majestic beast so many years ago.
A plan was now being formed between the 2 boys. Monk would stay put while Stan stealthily climbed out of the kitchen window, tip-toed around to the front of the house, re-entered through the front door, (hopefully) catching the bull by surprise, & with shiny knife in hand, kill the beast (somehow). Whilst Stan made his way round the front of the house, he realized even with all his strength, a stab from his weak, 12 year old arm may only feel like a pen prick to the thick hide of a Romanian bull. "I must cut the bulls balls off", Stan thought to himself. Surely then the monster would collapse due to intense pain & fall to the ground. Then, & only then, could Stan face the bull & pluck both of it's eyes out. Bleeding profusely from the face & buttocks area, Stan could then finish the blind bastard off with one final strike to the brain.
As Stan neared the entrance of the farmhouse, he hears the unmistakable rumble of a bull charging toward it's desired target. After hearing a loud thud, he reaches the open front door just in time to see Monk scatter away unscathed. Monk waited until precisely the right moment to dash out of the way of the charging bull, escaping to the kitchen area which was totally out in the open. With the bull shaking off the effects of the brick wall collision, Stan realizes that it is now or never, he must make his move fast or risk loosing his younger brother to the far superior beast in both strength & desire.
With one big Romanian charge left in his heart, Stan sheds all fear of the well-hung animal. He takes off sprinting straight towards the bull only to trip over one of the aforementioned & randomly scattered fire logs. Like a young, Romanian gymnast, Stan flies through the air & with a crash lands directly underneath the bull. Stan, now half groggy from the impact & attempting to shake it off, realizes that touching the very tip of his nose are the large, taint bull testicles staring him straight in the face. Now's his chance, with brevity in mind, he reaches up & in a half grab, half twisting motion, secures the massive nuts in his grasp. With his left hand occupied, Stan reaches for the knife with his right. The bull, startled by the turn of events, realizes what's at stake. Before he can lift his right hind leg to crush Stan, the damage is done. Stan in one swift slicing motion successfully removes the top of the bull's scrotum & now, in his possession, holds the inspiration to the bull's massive strength, it's bollocks.
Just as he had imagined, the bull plunders down to the ground. Blood & ball juice now spraying everywhere, Stan approaches the front of the beast & with 2 quick downward slashes, removes both eyes from the now anemic animal. With 1 final jolt of blood-rage, the once shiny knife has felled another great beast. Stan scurries away to check on Monk, leaving the weapon stuck in the brain of the now dead bull. The boys would soon start their preparation of that mornings breakfast. They had to eat soon, they had "work" to attend to.
End pt. 2
Conclusion-
Romanian lore tells many stories. One that no one's ever disputed is that of taurul pauza. Stanislas Chula went on to live an incredibly fruitful & productive life. Many Chula's are here today only because of his brother & his heroics on that night so many years ago.
"bull balls?" Stan thought. "If I can,...?"-his thoughts were immediately interrupted by a sharp pain to his forehead. His younger brother Monk had opened the lid to the old Turkish trunk bluntly smacking Stan right in the middle of the head. "AAhhhsspp-", Stan censoring his own subdued screeches of pain as to not be heard by the looming bull. "what are you doing?", Stan whispered. "SShhhh", replied Monk. & it was then, with that shush & what Monk produced from the trunk that Stan realized how they were going to defeat the brutish bull. Monk, upon his crouching behind the trunk remembered a treasure that lay wrapped in an old velvet cloth. A large, sharp knife that their uncle Randitus had once used on a poaching trip to the African Serengeti. The dried blood of an Oliphant still remained from whence Randitus cut off the lucrative ivory tusks of the massive, majestic beast so many years ago.
A plan was now being formed between the 2 boys. Monk would stay put while Stan stealthily climbed out of the kitchen window, tip-toed around to the front of the house, re-entered through the front door, (hopefully) catching the bull by surprise, & with shiny knife in hand, kill the beast (somehow). Whilst Stan made his way round the front of the house, he realized even with all his strength, a stab from his weak, 12 year old arm may only feel like a pen prick to the thick hide of a Romanian bull. "I must cut the bulls balls off", Stan thought to himself. Surely then the monster would collapse due to intense pain & fall to the ground. Then, & only then, could Stan face the bull & pluck both of it's eyes out. Bleeding profusely from the face & buttocks area, Stan could then finish the blind bastard off with one final strike to the brain.
As Stan neared the entrance of the farmhouse, he hears the unmistakable rumble of a bull charging toward it's desired target. After hearing a loud thud, he reaches the open front door just in time to see Monk scatter away unscathed. Monk waited until precisely the right moment to dash out of the way of the charging bull, escaping to the kitchen area which was totally out in the open. With the bull shaking off the effects of the brick wall collision, Stan realizes that it is now or never, he must make his move fast or risk loosing his younger brother to the far superior beast in both strength & desire.
With one big Romanian charge left in his heart, Stan sheds all fear of the well-hung animal. He takes off sprinting straight towards the bull only to trip over one of the aforementioned & randomly scattered fire logs. Like a young, Romanian gymnast, Stan flies through the air & with a crash lands directly underneath the bull. Stan, now half groggy from the impact & attempting to shake it off, realizes that touching the very tip of his nose are the large, taint bull testicles staring him straight in the face. Now's his chance, with brevity in mind, he reaches up & in a half grab, half twisting motion, secures the massive nuts in his grasp. With his left hand occupied, Stan reaches for the knife with his right. The bull, startled by the turn of events, realizes what's at stake. Before he can lift his right hind leg to crush Stan, the damage is done. Stan in one swift slicing motion successfully removes the top of the bull's scrotum & now, in his possession, holds the inspiration to the bull's massive strength, it's bollocks.
Just as he had imagined, the bull plunders down to the ground. Blood & ball juice now spraying everywhere, Stan approaches the front of the beast & with 2 quick downward slashes, removes both eyes from the now anemic animal. With 1 final jolt of blood-rage, the once shiny knife has felled another great beast. Stan scurries away to check on Monk, leaving the weapon stuck in the brain of the now dead bull. The boys would soon start their preparation of that mornings breakfast. They had to eat soon, they had "work" to attend to.
End pt. 2
Conclusion-
Romanian lore tells many stories. One that no one's ever disputed is that of taurul pauza. Stanislas Chula went on to live an incredibly fruitful & productive life. Many Chula's are here today only because of his brother & his heroics on that night so many years ago.
Wednesday, June 24, 2009
plans
I think i might go buy the new iPhone whilst dear little Angela is out of town-sneaky bugger up on the AT&T store & proper snatch & grab situation. but she only left lastie & I know I'm probably making a big deal of her absence, but who really cares in the end about my positive little exploits? & more importantly, I'm already losing track of days & time & fat free milk & only a slight scrape of peanut butter actually left in the HOUSE!!!
OK, OK,OK, peeple-now come on! what's been going on? seriously, i know you guys watch films or shows or listen to recordings of music etc., etc. I can only promote a few more Brooklyn bands before i change this spot to "What Became of the Hipster Lad", which actually has a delightful ring to it. But what's a man gotta do for some participation every once in a while?? beg? (kneee)
I watched a doc-u last night called A Very British Gangster which I stumbled upon on NetFlix & wow, I kind of sat in amazement at how accurate to real life the British show Shameless is. both take place in the not-so-great parts of Northwest Manchester-one was true life, the other fake, both incredibly similar-any,..! the doc-u follows the (semi) notorious Mancunian Dominic Noonan (who supposedly heads one of the most dangerous crime families in England) & the 5 or 6 17 & 18 yr olds that then follow him around. the whole piece trys to be dangerous & fails in the aspect that we really never see Noonan & his cronies do much, save play neighborhood peace keeper w/the locals. (man they love the F word)
Ultimately the film plays out more "shameless" & sad then cool or suave. Noonan's drug addict brother ends up stabbed dead in the street, Noonan himself ends up in the real life slammer for 3 on gun charges while his 11 yr old son holds true to his dream of being a pro boxer one day, well that, or football. the look on the kids' face when the realization sets in that his father will be away again, is altogether tragic & very unglamorous.
an interesting social, economic & geographical document none-the-less.
OK, OK,OK, peeple-now come on! what's been going on? seriously, i know you guys watch films or shows or listen to recordings of music etc., etc. I can only promote a few more Brooklyn bands before i change this spot to "What Became of the Hipster Lad", which actually has a delightful ring to it. But what's a man gotta do for some participation every once in a while?? beg? (kneee)
I watched a doc-u last night called A Very British Gangster which I stumbled upon on NetFlix & wow, I kind of sat in amazement at how accurate to real life the British show Shameless is. both take place in the not-so-great parts of Northwest Manchester-one was true life, the other fake, both incredibly similar-any,..! the doc-u follows the (semi) notorious Mancunian Dominic Noonan (who supposedly heads one of the most dangerous crime families in England) & the 5 or 6 17 & 18 yr olds that then follow him around. the whole piece trys to be dangerous & fails in the aspect that we really never see Noonan & his cronies do much, save play neighborhood peace keeper w/the locals. (man they love the F word)
Ultimately the film plays out more "shameless" & sad then cool or suave. Noonan's drug addict brother ends up stabbed dead in the street, Noonan himself ends up in the real life slammer for 3 on gun charges while his 11 yr old son holds true to his dream of being a pro boxer one day, well that, or football. the look on the kids' face when the realization sets in that his father will be away again, is altogether tragic & very unglamorous.
an interesting social, economic & geographical document none-the-less.
Monday, June 22, 2009
did anyone catch/follow the brave young men of the U-S of America on the y-day? to be fair, we all wrote them off, I did, I admit it, but they deserve to move on- recap: States needed a win in their 3rd of 3 group matches in the FIFA Confederations Cup (which is, for the most part, a warm up/precursor to next summer's World Cup Finals taking place in South Africa) - they lost, embarrassingly in their first 2 group matches to Italy & Brazil. but it was one of those situations where they needed to beat the team they were playing, in this case the African Champions Egypt, by at least 3 goals to nil & have Brazil beat Italy by at least 3 goals. & then of course the sun & moon had to perfectly line up & form a rainbow on the field. Final score of both matches,....?
3-0
States go through/quite exciting & epic if I do say so myself. What exactly does this mean for the Americans?
Well, not a whole lot. But it does (somewhat) prove a point to the rest of the world, mostly that when they want to, they can play with the world's best & even typing that I chuckle a little, but for heaven's sake, they finally played with a little heart & didn't embarrass themselves & we should all be a little proud of them for not totally throwing in the towel & even if Euro snobs like me want to see football (soccer) grow in this country, which I do, I truly believe it's going to start with the men's national team & not (the woeful) MLS. however, that's a debate for another day.
USA will play the (current) best team in the world on Wednesday, Spain. If they lose, they'll get a shot at the 3rd place game on Sunday, probably against South Africa. Spain are likely to meet Brazil in the final, which will be such an absolute treat of attacking football, I do believe my TV could possibly melt.
any-old, I'll be poor & alone in Lexington starting Tuesday night since my little b-ster is leaving me, here's to the microwave.
3-0
States go through/quite exciting & epic if I do say so myself. What exactly does this mean for the Americans?
Well, not a whole lot. But it does (somewhat) prove a point to the rest of the world, mostly that when they want to, they can play with the world's best & even typing that I chuckle a little, but for heaven's sake, they finally played with a little heart & didn't embarrass themselves & we should all be a little proud of them for not totally throwing in the towel & even if Euro snobs like me want to see football (soccer) grow in this country, which I do, I truly believe it's going to start with the men's national team & not (the woeful) MLS. however, that's a debate for another day.
USA will play the (current) best team in the world on Wednesday, Spain. If they lose, they'll get a shot at the 3rd place game on Sunday, probably against South Africa. Spain are likely to meet Brazil in the final, which will be such an absolute treat of attacking football, I do believe my TV could possibly melt.
any-old, I'll be poor & alone in Lexington starting Tuesday night since my little b-ster is leaving me, here's to the microwave.
Friday, June 19, 2009
the story of the dream(?) of Stanislas Chula, pt. 1 of 2.
Years ago as a young, budding child, an old crotchety relative of mine pulled me aside at one of those subdued family reunions. It's odd, before that encounter I have no memory of the old man, & have since never seen him again. He began telling me stories of his childhood, most of which I'll never recall the facts in detail, but he ended up telling me a story that I'll never forget. It was a long, dark tale of terror simply known as taurul pauza ("bull break"), which was an old Romanian tradition of horror, suspense & danger. Bull break derived from an ancient Romanian decree sent down from Cesarius II in the year 1212 & called for the acclimation of youths into adulthood in a menacing manner. For the sake of this reminisce, we'll refer to the old man simply as Monk.
Monk was an old codger at best. He wore dark, thick corduroy pants, beige suspenders, a lime green shirt (acquired from a remote Brazilian trading post), & what's always been known in my mind simply as an "old man hat". Monk was the kind of grizzled old man who spoke with his whole body, especially his large, wrinkled hands. Nearing the age of adolescence, I assume Monk thought it proper to educate me on the ways of the old country, there was no doubt in his mind I'd use the life teachings of a radish farmer from GalaĊ£i in the malls, little leagues, beaches & church functions of Palm Bay, Florida.
Monk began his explanation of bull break as most old men begin old man stories. Times were always tougher, dirtier, poorer, bleaker, & for that matter better in the old days, & especially in the "old country". It all started when Monk was 11 years old, asleep in the top half of a double cedar-trunk bunk bed. Monk lay fast asleep a few feet above his older brother by 14 months, Stanislas. "Stan" was weeks away from his 13th birthday, & was set to take his first job over the Romanian summer months on our uncle Randitus' radish farm. "Work!", Monk exclaimed in his thick eastern European accent, "It's the only way to make a man", "hard work", he reiterated. Stan was soon to experience all the "work" he ever dreamed of.
Each night the 2 boys apprehensively took to their beds. They had both spent their childhood years hearing horrific & deathly tales of bull break, yet never quite getting a truthful explanation of these "happenings". Monk, unable to sleep because of a minor fit of gas stemming from an overtly large portion of his Aunt Tabitha's beets, went on to explain the awaking of Stan from what seemed to be a horrible dream. In this dream, Stan was said to experience the horrors of bull break first hand. The dream itself was said to be a cautionary warning from the Romanian God of misfortune, Tetritus.
Moments later & both boys now wide awake, they hear what sounds like the front door to their modest farm house creak open. All the terrifying stories they'd ever heard about bull break soon came to the fore front of their young, innocent minds. Eyes wide open & glaring, they waited with nervous apprehension. Slowly, an enormous, snarling bull lit only by the full moon looming behind it came into view. The bull, massive in stature with sharp horns extending outward & drool hanging from it's hot mouth stopped dead in it's tracks. It's thick head perked upwards, quite like a hunting dog who catches the sent of a pheasant. It was the smell of the 2 boys that made the bull stop & realize there was fresh food only a few feet away. The thick drool doubled in it's amount & soon was dripping to the hardwood floor of the farmhouse.
It was at this point that Monk immediately realized what he & Stan must do to survive. The years of childhood memories again flood back into his mind, he knew they must kill the bull or suffer the fate of so many young Romanians before them & never see another morning again.
End Pt. 1.
Monk was an old codger at best. He wore dark, thick corduroy pants, beige suspenders, a lime green shirt (acquired from a remote Brazilian trading post), & what's always been known in my mind simply as an "old man hat". Monk was the kind of grizzled old man who spoke with his whole body, especially his large, wrinkled hands. Nearing the age of adolescence, I assume Monk thought it proper to educate me on the ways of the old country, there was no doubt in his mind I'd use the life teachings of a radish farmer from GalaĊ£i in the malls, little leagues, beaches & church functions of Palm Bay, Florida.
Monk began his explanation of bull break as most old men begin old man stories. Times were always tougher, dirtier, poorer, bleaker, & for that matter better in the old days, & especially in the "old country". It all started when Monk was 11 years old, asleep in the top half of a double cedar-trunk bunk bed. Monk lay fast asleep a few feet above his older brother by 14 months, Stanislas. "Stan" was weeks away from his 13th birthday, & was set to take his first job over the Romanian summer months on our uncle Randitus' radish farm. "Work!", Monk exclaimed in his thick eastern European accent, "It's the only way to make a man", "hard work", he reiterated. Stan was soon to experience all the "work" he ever dreamed of.
Each night the 2 boys apprehensively took to their beds. They had both spent their childhood years hearing horrific & deathly tales of bull break, yet never quite getting a truthful explanation of these "happenings". Monk, unable to sleep because of a minor fit of gas stemming from an overtly large portion of his Aunt Tabitha's beets, went on to explain the awaking of Stan from what seemed to be a horrible dream. In this dream, Stan was said to experience the horrors of bull break first hand. The dream itself was said to be a cautionary warning from the Romanian God of misfortune, Tetritus.
Moments later & both boys now wide awake, they hear what sounds like the front door to their modest farm house creak open. All the terrifying stories they'd ever heard about bull break soon came to the fore front of their young, innocent minds. Eyes wide open & glaring, they waited with nervous apprehension. Slowly, an enormous, snarling bull lit only by the full moon looming behind it came into view. The bull, massive in stature with sharp horns extending outward & drool hanging from it's hot mouth stopped dead in it's tracks. It's thick head perked upwards, quite like a hunting dog who catches the sent of a pheasant. It was the smell of the 2 boys that made the bull stop & realize there was fresh food only a few feet away. The thick drool doubled in it's amount & soon was dripping to the hardwood floor of the farmhouse.
It was at this point that Monk immediately realized what he & Stan must do to survive. The years of childhood memories again flood back into his mind, he knew they must kill the bull or suffer the fate of so many young Romanians before them & never see another morning again.
End Pt. 1.
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
& I'm constantly reminded of how alike the real life LD is to the LD that LD portrays.
did anyone watch Larry David on the Conan late night program last night? top 5 funniest interview of all time. & I soon realized how much I've missed him in the last yr or so since Curb S6 ended. (looks like Curb S7 is set for this Fall/09) (& I also realized how bad/boring 93% of the late night interviews are) but he's in the new Woody Allen film that I assume comes out soon (& I beyond hope that we get it here in Lexington, GGAAWW! what an explosion)
because essentially what we're talking about are 2 of my all time heroes/most loved people & I'll try not to get too excited because when you put that kind of talent together in 1 film, well,...you're not exactly sure what you're going to get. the name of the film is Whatever Works, & looks to be completely hilarious, witty & posses all the things that make both Allen & David brilliant.more later
because essentially what we're talking about are 2 of my all time heroes/most loved people & I'll try not to get too excited because when you put that kind of talent together in 1 film, well,...you're not exactly sure what you're going to get. the name of the film is Whatever Works, & looks to be completely hilarious, witty & posses all the things that make both Allen & David brilliant.more later
Monday, June 15, 2009
the sherry end, pt. 7
(& I'm starting to feel like I almost can't keep up anymore; ya know what Interpol once said?,.."pace is the trick".)
has anyone watched one of these films? are you getting this? are these reviews informative? can you, red marker in hand, meticulously destroy my 3 1/2 paragraphs w/grammatical corrections?
an electronic blog destruction?
a kind of magic marker intensity?
a red swirl of hate proficiency?
a pompous swell of ignorant propensity?
any
old,
back to my brilliant (2nd) pick: GGAAWW! Bicycle Thieves, also known as The Bicycle Thief. A film from 1948 & widely considered one of the first, if not the first Italian Neorealist film. This straight forward film is set in Rome & directed by the legendary Vittorio De Sica. It underlines the hardships a man faces while searching for his stolen bicycle, which he needs in order to work in post WWII Italy. Among many critics & film historians, The Bicycle Thief is widely considered one of the top films of all time.
The films protagonist Antonio Ricci spends the majority of the film searching for the stolen bicycle with his endearing son Bruno (the bicycle signifies not just a mode of transportation, but something bigger, a gateway to work, a lifeline to a better life). Midway through, they actually locate the thief in a local neighborhood, but are unwilling to pursue any legal action with no proof of the crime.
The Bicycle Thief succeeds in giving a new sense of realism to cinema in a number of ways. (remember, this was the cinema of 1948) One: It's use of non-professional actors in it's attempt to show the hardships of the impoverished, Two: It's succeeding in the portrayal of simplistic, humanistic values & Three: the realistic portrayal of the cycle of crime. (at the end of the film, Ricci is himself caught trying to steal a bicycle & subsequently humiliated in front of Bruno)
As previously mentioned, The Bicycle Thief is a straight forward, yet heart-wrenching & at times frustrating look at life in post WWII Rome. A new Rome, one in which the depressed economy brought many hardships among it's proud people. The Bicycle Thief remains an incredibly touching film. Even after the 3 or 4 times I've seen it, it holds up particularly well & still has a fresh sense of relevancy in 2009. Enjoy or don't.
has anyone watched one of these films? are you getting this? are these reviews informative? can you, red marker in hand, meticulously destroy my 3 1/2 paragraphs w/grammatical corrections?
an electronic blog destruction?
a kind of magic marker intensity?
a red swirl of hate proficiency?
a pompous swell of ignorant propensity?
any
old,
back to my brilliant (2nd) pick: GGAAWW! Bicycle Thieves, also known as The Bicycle Thief. A film from 1948 & widely considered one of the first, if not the first Italian Neorealist film. This straight forward film is set in Rome & directed by the legendary Vittorio De Sica. It underlines the hardships a man faces while searching for his stolen bicycle, which he needs in order to work in post WWII Italy. Among many critics & film historians, The Bicycle Thief is widely considered one of the top films of all time.
The films protagonist Antonio Ricci spends the majority of the film searching for the stolen bicycle with his endearing son Bruno (the bicycle signifies not just a mode of transportation, but something bigger, a gateway to work, a lifeline to a better life). Midway through, they actually locate the thief in a local neighborhood, but are unwilling to pursue any legal action with no proof of the crime.
The Bicycle Thief succeeds in giving a new sense of realism to cinema in a number of ways. (remember, this was the cinema of 1948) One: It's use of non-professional actors in it's attempt to show the hardships of the impoverished, Two: It's succeeding in the portrayal of simplistic, humanistic values & Three: the realistic portrayal of the cycle of crime. (at the end of the film, Ricci is himself caught trying to steal a bicycle & subsequently humiliated in front of Bruno)
As previously mentioned, The Bicycle Thief is a straight forward, yet heart-wrenching & at times frustrating look at life in post WWII Rome. A new Rome, one in which the depressed economy brought many hardships among it's proud people. The Bicycle Thief remains an incredibly touching film. Even after the 3 or 4 times I've seen it, it holds up particularly well & still has a fresh sense of relevancy in 2009. Enjoy or don't.
Saturday, June 13, 2009
a birthday wish! (spacestation, it's gotten outta hand)
film grain funk
inspired by an MGMT back beat-
weekend war extravaganza-
half decafhalf reg cinammon blitz.
wanna be hipster slouch-
attempting Olan Mills trifecta.
yell
scream
into animal collective being/
3-D glass pick up
to a snap shot Pandora flux
of insufficient jam sushi.
29 years of brother hood
snack plate celebration-
today: funny day trip ego bash.
enjoy mod moods of Asian beer &
kidless acting out joke attempts.
car drive -pie in face dive,
weird fishes, bum hurts.
sensational!
froma 1 trick pony-
multiple trick attempts.
here's your chick jeans,
ring true wear them loud &
funambulous.
remember me always-
i don't know why
but
happy beefday to Justin Ray Chula
supreme wankfest-101
inspired by an MGMT back beat-
weekend war extravaganza-
half decafhalf reg cinammon blitz.
wanna be hipster slouch-
attempting Olan Mills trifecta.
yell
scream
into animal collective being/
3-D glass pick up
to a snap shot Pandora flux
of insufficient jam sushi.
29 years of brother hood
snack plate celebration-
today: funny day trip ego bash.
enjoy mod moods of Asian beer &
kidless acting out joke attempts.
car drive -pie in face dive,
weird fishes, bum hurts.
sensational!
froma 1 trick pony-
multiple trick attempts.
here's your chick jeans,
ring true wear them loud &
funambulous.
remember me always-
i don't know why
but
happy beefday to Justin Ray Chula
supreme wankfest-101
Friday, June 12, 2009
Thursday, June 11, 2009
R.I.P. Cristiano
WOW! (but NNOO!!) (monumental uppercase all caps & the like) state of shock utter disbelief. For those of you who don't know yet, or for that reason don't care - see, I can't even form correct sentence structure. I'm a mess right now, an utter wreck.
Manchester United seem to have just accepted a bid from Spanish giants Real Madrid for Cristiano Ronaldo (the reigning FIFA world player of the year) somewhere in the stratosphere of £80m. (that's now $97 mill in US) Un-f-ing-believable. I'm incredibly confused right now - all these emotions/memories flooding into my mind - a mate texted me at like 7-zero o'clock & I for real thought it was a wind up. but no,....
I really hate to say it, because he's scored some incredible goals for the club-brought us some hardware- & at times been a great servant - but I feel like he will become the player I'll love to hate - especially on the European front. I mean if somehow God can arrange United to play Madrid next year in the CL -man, that would be epic. but I'm getting ahead of myself - i dont quite think any of the ink has dried yet.
Goodbye Ronnie - thanks for everything- I'll never forget your greatness & for that matter, I'll always remember your petulance- diving-brat-kicking & screaming tantrums. For that, you are truly legendary.
more later-
Manchester United seem to have just accepted a bid from Spanish giants Real Madrid for Cristiano Ronaldo (the reigning FIFA world player of the year) somewhere in the stratosphere of £80m. (that's now $97 mill in US) Un-f-ing-believable. I'm incredibly confused right now - all these emotions/memories flooding into my mind - a mate texted me at like 7-zero o'clock & I for real thought it was a wind up. but no,....
I really hate to say it, because he's scored some incredible goals for the club-brought us some hardware- & at times been a great servant - but I feel like he will become the player I'll love to hate - especially on the European front. I mean if somehow God can arrange United to play Madrid next year in the CL -man, that would be epic. but I'm getting ahead of myself - i dont quite think any of the ink has dried yet.
Goodbye Ronnie - thanks for everything- I'll never forget your greatness & for that matter, I'll always remember your petulance- diving-brat-kicking & screaming tantrums. For that, you are truly legendary.
more later-
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
the sherry end, pt. 6
(blah-doww) & we're really starting to hit our stride with this, 2 in one week & WOW! Shaun's 2nd pick - The Descent - a British horror film from 2005 which follows a female group of friends on a caving trip somewhere in the Appalachia Mountains. My creepy-goodness, totally terrifying/brilliant film.
A head on collision strikes tragedy in the life of the films protagonist Sarah who subsequently looses her husband & young daughter in the accident. A year after the tragedy, Sarah reunites with her thrill seeking friends in the U.S. for a caving adventure. Sarah vows to "Love Each Day" as the group of friends search for the bond they once had. Juno (the films brash adventurer) admits to leading the group into an unknown cave system in hopes of restoring a once strong relationship the two (main characters) once shared.
Upon their "descent" into the cave, the group slowly encounter difficulties off all kinds including collapsing tunnels, a vast precipice (they must cross), broken bones, & most importantly, grotesque looking cave creatures, whose only purpose seem to be murderous at best. The creatures are disgusting in sight & seem to have evolved perfectly to live underground, their one weakness being blindness, they only hunt by sound.
The meat of the film pits the remaining members of the group in an epic battle of survival & bloodshed against the (numerically advantaged) cave creatures. These "fight scenes" are full of blood, gore, vengeance, survival & engrossing tension.
Not since 2008's The Strangers has a horror film impressed me quite this much. The Descent wasn't as scary as The Strangers, but I enjoyed it more. (The Strangers remains the single most uncomfortable, terrifying film I've ever seen). Ultimately, it's silly to compare the 2, The Descent is far more rewarding & even allows for multiple tension releasing moments. The Strangers, although a horror masterpiece, allows not one moment of redemption in it's destructive existence. (Truly never felt so sick in all my life.) Hey!!, enjoy The Descent, or don't.
A head on collision strikes tragedy in the life of the films protagonist Sarah who subsequently looses her husband & young daughter in the accident. A year after the tragedy, Sarah reunites with her thrill seeking friends in the U.S. for a caving adventure. Sarah vows to "Love Each Day" as the group of friends search for the bond they once had. Juno (the films brash adventurer) admits to leading the group into an unknown cave system in hopes of restoring a once strong relationship the two (main characters) once shared.
Upon their "descent" into the cave, the group slowly encounter difficulties off all kinds including collapsing tunnels, a vast precipice (they must cross), broken bones, & most importantly, grotesque looking cave creatures, whose only purpose seem to be murderous at best. The creatures are disgusting in sight & seem to have evolved perfectly to live underground, their one weakness being blindness, they only hunt by sound.
The meat of the film pits the remaining members of the group in an epic battle of survival & bloodshed against the (numerically advantaged) cave creatures. These "fight scenes" are full of blood, gore, vengeance, survival & engrossing tension.
Not since 2008's The Strangers has a horror film impressed me quite this much. The Descent wasn't as scary as The Strangers, but I enjoyed it more. (The Strangers remains the single most uncomfortable, terrifying film I've ever seen). Ultimately, it's silly to compare the 2, The Descent is far more rewarding & even allows for multiple tension releasing moments. The Strangers, although a horror masterpiece, allows not one moment of redemption in it's destructive existence. (Truly never felt so sick in all my life.) Hey!!, enjoy The Descent, or don't.
Monday, June 8, 2009
neurotic omelets mix
egg cheese-jazz swing
yoke drip situation.
broken shells segue
into a diced veggie
funky fresh slice of
"geez, golly".
freedom from solitude
lonesome white room
coffee drip stains drab
atmosphere
$20 debit drain funds
into Simon Pegg joke model
fixed idea streaming
multi-media design gear
music mixture beat fix
ring inspiration true
into "winning tradition"
awake to vomit
exit sleep
open mind lid
tilt pour
inconsequential aim
crimson red sketch
the blood of thought
dripping
egg cheese-jazz swing
yoke drip situation.
broken shells segue
into a diced veggie
funky fresh slice of
"geez, golly".
freedom from solitude
lonesome white room
coffee drip stains drab
atmosphere
$20 debit drain funds
into Simon Pegg joke model
fixed idea streaming
multi-media design gear
music mixture beat fix
ring inspiration true
into "winning tradition"
awake to vomit
exit sleep
open mind lid
tilt pour
inconsequential aim
crimson red sketch
the blood of thought
dripping
Friday, June 5, 2009
this is me, this is how i feel in my mind at all times, i love you.
no time today for delirious quip
cup coffee sips warm, wets lip
are you too busy
to speak easy
& remember my voice?
my vice reigns supreme
like poison veins in dream
"in limbo", a discotheque
radio ideas to remain in check.
remember your choices today
GGAAWW! the word "funk"
is incredible to write-it's A-OK.
feel with me - in my mind
like this:
incredible
crazy,hypnotic, divine.
AAhh, all better now?
remember, hall monitors
are the ones who were
picked last for kickball
as youths.
cup coffee sips warm, wets lip
are you too busy
to speak easy
& remember my voice?
my vice reigns supreme
like poison veins in dream
"in limbo", a discotheque
radio ideas to remain in check.
remember your choices today
GGAAWW! the word "funk"
is incredible to write-it's A-OK.
feel with me - in my mind
like this:
incredible
crazy,hypnotic, divine.
AAhh, all better now?
remember, hall monitors
are the ones who were
picked last for kickball
as youths.
Wednesday, June 3, 2009
the sherry end, pt. 5
Back to the top with ROBTRAIN's 2nd pick which was the stellar Star Trek II: The Wrath of Khan. By far the most mainstream pick in the group thus far, but totally relevant with the recent success of the new J.J. Abrams vehicle (which was incredible) even for a guy like me who's not a life long Trek fan. (pitch perfect casting) But,.....
Khan, by many Star Trek fans is/was considered one of the best of the series. It again follows Cpt. Kirk & the Enterprise in their attempts to stop a genetically engineered Khan Noonien, who is trying to get away with a powerful life-atmosphere-altering weapon called the Genesis Device. The film which was released in 1982 was received warmly with strong points being character development, pacing & the first full-fledged computer generated graphics sequence in film history.
Although Khan was highly entertaining, it is slightly flawed. Some acting & also special effects are cited as weaknesses. Khan came a full 5 years after the original Star Wars & still doesn't compare to the revolutionary special effects that Star Wars introduced in 1977. Ultimately though Khan is enjoyable not because of it's effects, but because of it's strong character interation & more specifically the confidence that Cpt. Kirk displays in his command.
I'm not exactly sure what my Star Trek viewing future has in store. I'm not sure where to recommend one start, but what I am starting to get a grasp of is the vastness of the Star Trek universe, the pop-culture juggernaut that is Star Trek & most importantly, the importance of this franchise to it's legions of fans. Enjoy, or don't.
Khan, by many Star Trek fans is/was considered one of the best of the series. It again follows Cpt. Kirk & the Enterprise in their attempts to stop a genetically engineered Khan Noonien, who is trying to get away with a powerful life-atmosphere-altering weapon called the Genesis Device. The film which was released in 1982 was received warmly with strong points being character development, pacing & the first full-fledged computer generated graphics sequence in film history.
Although Khan was highly entertaining, it is slightly flawed. Some acting & also special effects are cited as weaknesses. Khan came a full 5 years after the original Star Wars & still doesn't compare to the revolutionary special effects that Star Wars introduced in 1977. Ultimately though Khan is enjoyable not because of it's effects, but because of it's strong character interation & more specifically the confidence that Cpt. Kirk displays in his command.
I'm not exactly sure what my Star Trek viewing future has in store. I'm not sure where to recommend one start, but what I am starting to get a grasp of is the vastness of the Star Trek universe, the pop-culture juggernaut that is Star Trek & most importantly, the importance of this franchise to it's legions of fans. Enjoy, or don't.
Monday, June 1, 2009
it's Mundane!
or Monday for that matter - & this AM I'm experiencing a top 7, no, a top 5 monumental meltdown-temper-tantrum-struggling to put motor skills together for functionality & succeed in getting out of bed (moment) (insert whining-complaint department-word-association-flex-spending-multiplication-nationality)
So, I compiled just a little ditty of current relaxation-sensational remedies. The more I say that it's w/Love that I do this, the better I'll feel & then maybe, who knows, we can grab some food after work w/mates. (AAAAHHHH football is over for the most part) (we'll not entirely)
??so, Burritos, some funk cheer?-Asain?-eating.then to the chocolate-Mounds! not loads- i digress. listen,listen,listen-minimize at work-blare at home-sneak at school-
so we've agreed a fee?
you'll hear me out?
character display-
throw your phone books out.
(with love)
So, I compiled just a little ditty of current relaxation-sensational remedies. The more I say that it's w/Love that I do this, the better I'll feel & then maybe, who knows, we can grab some food after work w/mates. (AAAAHHHH football is over for the most part) (we'll not entirely)
??so, Burritos, some funk cheer?-Asain?-eating.then to the chocolate-Mounds! not loads- i digress. listen,listen,listen-minimize at work-blare at home-sneak at school-
so we've agreed a fee?
you'll hear me out?
character display-
throw your phone books out.
(with love)
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