 |
|
Thursday, February 02, 2006
First Lab in Research Methods
Adam Pearson
Research Methods
02/02/06
Finding a Topic: Brainstorming
- Philosophy: I am interested in seeing how people have attempted to answer the large philosophical and existential questions that humans ask throughout history, from Socrates, to the present day. I am also interested in ethics and in finding what are the “absolute ends” that are worth pursuing and what are the best methods to pursue these ends, in order to live the “best possible life.”
Psychology: I am interested in the workings of the mind especially in relation
to concepts such as memory and the repression of memories, as well as behaviour and the function of dreams and their interpretation. To this end I have studied Freud but know next to nothing about Jung other than the fact that he had a theory of the “collective unconscious” which I want to know about, and that he came to the conclusion that such an unconscious existed through studying the works of the alchemists with their seemingly universal symbols (which intrigues me as I have a profound interest in alchemy, not in terms of metallurgy but in spiritual or psychological alchemy, and the process from nigredo (the “blackening”) through albedo (the “whitening”) and to the perfection of the summum bonum (essentially, the final good), lapidem philosophorum (the philosopher’s stone) in rubedo, the process called the “reddening”, or the “red work.”)
- One is the issue of religion in relation to the differences between fundamentalism
and other liberal readings of religious texts, and the consequences of these differences. They affect me emotionally because of my past as a devout Christian, followed by two years as a devout Muslim (praying the 5 daily salat, fasting Ramadan and so on), and my present state as a “free soul” with ideas inclining to Buddhism. I feel emotionally for those people who are victims of strict fundamentalism such as the women in Afghanistan who were treated like objects, beat and even killed because of some readings of the Qur’an taken out of context. Intellectually this is a subject that interests me to an extent, but I would not write a paper on it, I don’t think.
A second issue is the concept of socialization and the differences between raising children in different environments, and the consequences of this on how people grow up. I feel emotionally interested in this because of friends I have known who had psychological and physical abuse from their parents at early ages, and I would be interested in seeing the relation between this and the rest of the socialization process and the connections to the abusive parent’s childhood as well. Intellectually this is also quite interesting to me.
A third issue is the concept of wisdom and seeking an answer to the question: why is wisdom something which is extremely scarce in a western society surrounded by so much access to knowledge, experience of suffering, and where information and experience are essentially readily available? Emotionally, I feel passionate about this, and intellectually it interests me as well.
- Firstly, the great division between the poor and the rich, how the rich get richer
and the poor get poorer, and the injustice of the capitalist system.
Secondly, the great amount of intolerance that is prevalent, both as regarding one
religious group’s relation to another and between racial/ethnic groups etc. This is an
social problem that I feel quite strongly about.
Thirdly, the problem of the overwhelming ignorance in our society, with so much stupidity and people living their lives in their animal natures instead of caring about such things as wisdom and virtue, or improving their own lives and the lives of others in their society.
- One scientific issue is the concept of “astral projection” and “OBEs” (Out of Body Experiences). This is a field that I don’t think has been sufficiently explored by scientists, and into which not much real research has been done, outside of the pseudo-scientific paranormal groups. I’m quite interested in this topic.
Another issue I am curious about is the relation between modern quantum physics and the worldviews of people who practiced witchcraft and ceremonial magick (with a “k” as coined by Aleister Crowley to represent metaphysical magic to avoid confusion with stage magic), both ancient (from the Egyptians and Greeks and Sumerians who all practiced magick) to the middle ages with grimoires and to the 19th century with the advent of Wicca and the Hermetic Order of the Golden Dawn. What does science say in relation to their claims of being able to do actions from a distance, etc.? This is another subject I am fascinated by.
Finally, I’d also be interested in knowing more about “String Theory” and the developing “Theory of Everything” and their applications to modern society, and their implications for how we view the world.
- One topic I have a profound, profound interest in is the idea of psychological alchemy, as extracted from the metaphorical writings of the Renaissance Alchemists, and its relation to C.J. Jung’s work. What effects was it supposed to achieve in the human psyche? To what extent? How? I’m quite interested in this.
[Discipline: Psychology] This could either be just an essay on renaissance and medieval alchemy in general, if incorporating it with Jung’s work was too broad a topic.
I’m also quite interested in Neoplatonism and what its fundamental views are, primarily the work of Plotinus. So my second topic would be “Plotinus’ Neoplatonism” in the discipline of Philosophy.
Finally, in the field of sociology, I’d be interested in the study of so-called “secret societies” such as Freemasonry, the O.T.O., the A.’.A.’., the A.M.O.R.C. and others and how they function, how socialization into these groups takes place and the spirit of brotherhood or ideas related to groups apply to them. Also, whether the concept of “brainwashing” is an issue related to these groups, or whether it is only a myth that such is present in these groups.
Posted at 12:38 pm by AdamBrave
Permalink
Thursday, January 19, 2006
Divine Flower of Love.
Soul of Meditation.
Seat of Shining Light!
Herein is the recipe for happiness.
Posted at 01:25 am by AdamBrave
Permalink
Thursday, January 05, 2006
Some who don't know me well may think me mysterious. I always appear to be hiding something. I am often alone, often playing music off somewhere, or somewhere dreaming or lost in words I'm trying to write. What do I think? What do I believe? No one can answer these questions because I reveal nothing. My lips are always sealed. Maybe my words are determined by my subjective views, these opinions I hold or don't hold, these beliefs I have or lack, but even then, what any person can gleam from my words is nothing that substantial. What is anything? Who are you? Or if Buddha is right, is there even a "you" to know? What is the point of anything?
I walk through mazes and labyrinthes with no Ariadnes' thread to find my way out. I lack the keys to the doors. My mind is a vast pool of blackness. No one knows me. No one knows me truly. Does anyone know anyone else? Perhaps these simple minds designated by this scene and this love of material things, and this sociologically determined flat, fake, boring, superficial personality, perhaps these kind of people can be known. But, others who have nothing, who think nothing, who believe nothing, who are not but depths of black and and blue and mystery and shadow that devours all light that comes off of anyone who attempts to get close--these people, perhaps, cannot be known. Can they even know themselves?
I feel like I am one of these people. I've drifted through creeds, I've meandered through philosophies, but in the end I am left with nothing. I am like oil so that I pass through everything but yet nothing sticks, nothing is added on. I am buried in layers of experience and thoughts, right, wrong, logical, illogical... What a mix, what a twisted worldview. I am so disarranged. I am nothing. I am not. Maybe Descartes was wrong? Perhaps cogito does not necessarily mean sum. We may be as nonexistent as dreams, specters who though they exist not, still drift through minds anyway, in the abyss of sleep...
What are human beings? Bundles of thoughts and emotions, always conflicting, always interacting, looking for some meaning, some worth. But it's all transitory. It's all going to be gone in the blink of eye. We will all be dead and gone and no one will know our names. No one will remember us as the years pass. We are nothing. We are gone already.
These are the traps that people like me dig for ourselves. We find how overwhelmingly empty society is, and people in general. We feel isolated, with a disdain for people, and eventually, for everything. Everything is equally meaningless. Meanings are prescribed like drugs. We give things meaning based on religious paradigms, societal values, etc. Everything is ultimately nothing. A stone is not a stone. A man is not a man. Everything = nothing.
Posted at 03:17 pm by AdamBrave
Permalink
Sunday, January 01, 2006
New Years Eve Chronicles: Drunk + High + Rappers + Metalheads + A Druid
31.12.05. - 01.01.06.
Our story begins with your humble author walking what seemed like a long way in the blistering cold with his friend Jizzle. The wind smacks their faces, but they are bundled up. They stumble into the party which is just getting underway.
Your humble author is resolved not to drink a sip. He rationalises that he has work and must be ready for work at 7 in the morning. Well, to quote the movie Forest Gump, "shit happens." Pretty soon he has drunk several rum and cokes and smoked several joints while drinking. He begins to talk to everyone at the party. He speaks to metalheads about Nile and Bodom, rappers about NWA and Dre, old school rockers about Floyd and Zeppelin, and punks about the Misfits. He meets a druid and has a discussion with him about ceremonial magick as opposed to traditional witchraft and celtic druidism. He plays guitar for the party. He plays air guitar for the party. He sings, he dances. He finds a girl, he charms her. He holds her close to her and kisses her neck and shoulders. He massages her. They make out. A few times. He freestyle raps with the rappers. He sings with the punks. He talks more to everyone. He makes out with the girl again after the countdown while the party looks on. He tries not to have feelings for her. He pees on a fence. He gets his things together. He comforts his friend Jizzle.
He walks home at 2:30 in the morning. On the way home, a car drives very fast towards him, he gets out of the way. The car smashes instead into the window of a sushi place, severely damaging it. The crazed driver speeds up and drives away rapidly. Your humble author is humbled. He considers how he could have died just then. He stumbles home. He falls asleep.
The alarm clock wakes him up at 7:07. He showers throws on clothes and feeds and walks to work. Drunk. He sings really loudly and dances around the work area instead of being the quiet, reserved individual he usually is in the workplace. He writes crooked, he ignores a coworker who asks him for help. He sobers up and returns to being quiet and normal around 2-3 pm. He wonders what the heck just happened and how he went from "nah, i'll stay sober, i have work tomorrow" to this. He tries not to think about the girl.
To be continued...
Posted at 05:28 pm by AdamBrave
Permalink
Saturday, December 17, 2005
|
 |
|
Wednesday, December 07, 2005
|
Life changing experiences
Current mood: Awakened
Awakening.
I just finished watching the movie "Almost Famous," and man, what an eye opener. I realised how I've only been slothing through life, barely alive, not truly embracing every second of existence. Why aren't we fully awake and participating in our lives? It seems like we are just distant spectators. Look at how much beauty and how much there is to love in the world. Look at all the people when you walk through a crowd. Forgive them all of their differences, their pains, their struggles, brush that all away and just love them for being people. Love every tree, love every cloud, love everything. Burst your heart out for everything. Because if you don't embrace your world it will pass you by before you know it. Your last breath will pass your lips before you even have time to do the first of those things you "always wanted to do." You could be dead tomorrow. But, perhaps you're dead now, already. I say the person that does not pour out their heart in love to everything in existence is not alive, to me, they are dead. They are asleep. Open your eyes, feel everything, see everything, think about everything. Contemplate. But don't be dragged down by bias or limitations. Transcend barriers. This is what I've learned today and I won't pass this teaching up, I'm going to start, right now, to live my life fully. I won't be dead anymore. I won't be a zombie, stumbling out of bed through the day and back to it at night. I'll embrace it. Because if we don't, then what's the point?
The guitarist in the band was asked what he loved about music. He said: "First of all... everything."
Adam
6:53 PM - 1 Comments - 0 Kudos - Add Comment - Edit - Remove | |
|
|
Monday, November 07, 2005
|
Home
Current mood: Ocean
The world is pleasant through a soft blue mist of sadness. The faint sadness reminds you you are alive, it is a subtle pain, a subtle breath, a subtle caress of blue water, that gives a soft beat to a heart otherwise numb. A panorama of blues and whites, soft blurs and vividly defined lines, an atmosphere of ocean fog, damp air, blues... tinted. Feelings flow through a heart that breathes them in like moist air. Fresh. The present is dream-like, distorted by the current of soft emotions. All sounds are somewhat quieted, all things are somewhat blurred. Faces are eyes in pools of soft brushstroked tones. Mouths open but sometimes the words are not heard. The mind considers tragic memories, with a quiet regret. They fade with each passing sun and moon. The ivory moon, the light-blue sun. The kisses of clouds. The rising tide. The soft push of waters through toes. The feel of sand. The brush of wind. Tender. The arms of life. Home.
Inspired by Kat.
6:29 PM - 1 Comments - 2 Kudos - Add Comment - Edit - Remove | |
|
|
Thursday, October 13, 2005
|
Decemberists Concert!!
Current mood:  happy
Category: Music
That was without a doubt, the best concert I've ever been to in my life. It was at Club Soda which has a shitty sound system (as indeed Colin pointed out "All of you should write a petition to Club Soda and tell them to get a good sound system") but it was still amazing. I was like in the second/third row, right near the stage the full show.
The opening band, Cass McCombs were alright. They didn't really command the audience's attention though. They were alright. Their song Equinox was good. They were singing about math or something in the song Subtraction, Sean and I laughed ahaha. But after them, there was like a 45 minute delay as they adjusted this bass amp that kept making noise. Sean and I tried to keep positive by dancing to the one repeated note as they tested the amps. You do what you can, ahaha.
Then all of a sudden, the technical people leave the stage, and you hear a growing rumbling. Like heavy, heavy thick bass. It was so deep it shook my legs. And then various bandmembers walk in banging metal things sporadically, really ambient and awesome. Then the drummer starts beating the drums, and the bass swells thicker and thicker, til' Colin (singer/guitarist) strums this powerchord perfectly and the first song begins. It was awesome.
They played all kinds of great songs, Eli the Barrel Boy, We Both Go Down Together, 16 Military Wives, the Bagman's Gambit, the Sporting Life (everyone was dancing by this point) and my favourite, Engine Driver. I was so happy I could die.
The band kept joking about this movie called Time Bandits they had just seen, and imitating the characters. I think at the end the peoples' parents blow up or something, and Colin was commenting on that but was quick to add that he loves his mom and dad. He was nice and hilarious at the same time, what a great guy. At one point the violinist made a bad Time Bandits joke so Colin made her high five the front row as punishment (so I got a high five from a Decemberist. I was honoured.)
At one point, Colin was left standing on-stage alone because the other bandmembers dissappeared. And people were yelling out requests, and he was like "I don't even think I remember that one.." And so he started playing it then stops in mid-verse saying "Nope, don't remember it." Hahaha. Then someone was like "Play some Morrisey!" So he did. He played a full song. Don't remember which. He stopped in mid-verse in that one at one point, but someone yelled out the lyric and he continued, ahaha. It was perfect. Then he called the band out, and near the end of the show, it was silent and this guy yells in a moronic voice: "PLAY YOUR MOST ROCKIN'EST SONG!" Hahaha. Colin is like "Most Rockinest? Alright. Here goes. You asked for it." Then they played a not very rocking song. Hahaha. He also said Of Angels and Angles was their second most rockin'est song, but I disagree, I'm afraid, Colin.
So they played their last song and walked off stage and we all clapped like crazy and made noise. Then they came back on-stage and we were all like "PLAY MARINER'S REVENGE!!!!" but Colin was like, "Nah, but we'll play you guys a love song." And they played Of Angles and Angels. It was good. But we wanted Mariner's, gosh damn it. I decided that this concert was going to get an 8 on ten unless they played both Engine Driver(getting them a 9) and Mariner's Revenge (getting them an 11). So after Angels and Angels, Colin is like "Alright. We'll play you guys one more song. But we need your help. On the album we do some special effects in this song. Done by me, and (some other name I forget). Since we can't do them ourselves, we need you to help us out. Don't worry, it's easy. At one point of the song, a very specific point, we need you to all scream like you're being swallowed by a whale." At this point everyone starts screaming; we know what song that has to be. I look at Sean and I'm like "Yes!!" and we're smiling like crazy, like everyone else in the room. So, we do a test and Colin is like "When Chris Funk (guitarist) gives you the signal, I want you all to scream as loud as you can, let's do a test." So Chris Funk does this signal with his arms out like whale's jaws, and his fingers open like big teeth. Then we all scream like crazy.
Then Colin is like: "You know what, let's try something. You guys (pointing at the right side of the floor, where I was) will scream at the top of your lungs. You guys (left side, floor) will give me some moans and groans. And all of you in the balcony will call out for your mom and dad, or anyone, but just scream out words."
So they start playing the song and we're all into it, Colin is doing movements to go with the lyrics, it's really amazing. Rachel Blumberg (drummer) is hitting this single drum, standing near Colin and it falls over at one point but he keeps playing. Then he pushes it into Chris Funk's legs and they are laughing while playing but they don't mess up a single note. It was hilarious. Then they get to this one part that is very pirate-ship-esque and all the bandmembers and the crowd people start swaying like we're all on a giant pirate ship. At the whale part, Chris Funk comes out carrying giant paper whale jaws with streamers attached, and doing the signal and we all do our roles, the effect is epic and amazing.
As the song speeds up to its conclusion, everyone starts jumping in time with the bass and drums, the rythm ever increasing. It gets so fast at one point that everyone stops jumping, everyone that is, except me. I jump til the end, at a speed I did not know I could achieve while jumping. Nearly falling over as I stop on the last note. Then we all clap like crazy and scream our lungs out and Colin is like "Thanks a lot, you've been a sweet audience." And they walk off stage. I give them an 11/10, 100% fully satisfied. I tear a piece of tape written "December-" off the stage (it was used to atach amp wires) and stick it on the back of my ticket as a souvenir.
The end. Gosh, I'm still breathless. I love the Decemberists.
Too bad there were no bandshirts. =( Stupid border nonsense.
Still amazing though.♥
Adam
5:25 PM - 1 Comments - 0 Kudos - Add Comment - Edit - Remove | |
|
|
Thursday, June 09, 2005
|
Today, played a solo gig
Current mood:  tired
June 09, 2005 - Sirius gig
Well, today I was this party, people were chilling and stuff. And there was an electric in a case and an amp nearby, so I decided to plug it in and started just improvising, soloing, etc. A bunch of people came and asked me to play a short set, so I agreed. Everyone sat and stood around me and I played this set:
1. Hybrid Moments
2. (Rock improv)
3. Forbidden Zone
4. (Rock improv 2)
5. Smells like Teen Spirit
6. (Blues improv)
7. Roots Radicals
Since I had no mic, I really had to project, it was good practice. I wasn't at all shy or nervous. People really liked my finale, Roots Radicals, since it's a really rockin' song, and I did a lot of big jumps and stuff during it.
After the show people came and said how they liked it and stuff, and the host of the party gave me lots of free food. I was happy. Paid in pie, fries, toaster strudels and chips.
Adam
2:35 PM - 1 Comments - 2 Kudos - Add Comment - Edit - Remove | |
|
|
Thursday, May 12, 2005
|
MARS VOLTA CONCERT <33333
Current mood:  exhausted
That was definitely and without a doubt, the craziest concert I've ever been to.
Setlist
1. Drunkship of Lanterns
2. Concertina
3. Take the Veil, Cerpin Taxt
4. Cygnus... Vismund Cygnus
5. L'Via L'Viaquez
6. (The Haunt of) Roulette Dares
7. The Widow
8. Cassandra Gemini
Me and Sean got there around 6:30-7, and we waited in line for quite some time, a line that stretched around the block. We finally advanced and got in to the venue, the Metropolis, which was a pretty nice one indeed. You walk through the main doors, past a bar, past some raised areas with railings in front of them and you get to the floor. Sean and I walked down the floor til' we were very close to the stage, right in front of the speakers. We waited there for 2 hours, sitting down, standing up, sleeping, singing, etc. I was excited when I saw Omar Rodriguez (guitarist) walk by, behind the curtain. Some guy asked us if we had weed to sell him, we said no. The opening act for TMV was listed as DJ Nobody, and that was a bad joke, because there was no opening, act, no DJ Nobody. They just played songs on the radio speakers until TMV started.
There was that familiar mexican intro theme, then TMV burst into Drunkship of Lanterns, with crazy percussion that got me dancing immediately. Throughout the whole night I was dancing away, caught in the intertwining webs of basslines, percussion, Cedric's wails and Omar's razor riffage. I danced and danced and danced. Then I moved into the majour moshpit, as songs progressed, and danced and moshed with people who were like 6'5 and built like steam engines. It was crazy. Pure intensity.
Concertina was done awesomely, one of TMV's earlier songs off Tremulant, and so they've mastered it, but it rocked hard as ever. Most people moshed, I did a bit, but mostly danced. And I started a fist-pumping to the beat at one point that was pretty cool.
Take the Veil was like 20 or 25 minutes long, at one point I forgot which song they were playing because they interspersed song portions with jamming. Excellent sax and jazz flute. All the musicians clicked and it was just amazing.
Cygnus got the whole crowd moving and frantically bumping into each other. We all shouted the lyrics, and it was really awesome. After the song, Cedric told the crowd to stop "jumping into each other like idiots, this isnt a concert sponsored by Nan's (I think he meant Van's but didn't want to get into doo doo for dissing them), this is a Mars Volta concert. Look out for the little people, those two people (points at two near the front row) almost got hurt, so take it easy." But we all pretty much still danced and moshed as hard as before. Poor little people. The music carried us away.
L'via was done amazingly. I actually liked their live version here better than the album version. It was less repetitive and more inventive. At one point in the song, I started mambo-salsa dancing, and the crowd widened around me in a kind of circle/oval/ellipse and I danced alone in there for a while, going crazy. It was amazing. Truly special. Ikey had a great keyboards solo, excellent work by him. At the end of the song, Cedric had a vocal solo where he just sung the refrain/chorus "blackmailed she fell off every mountain..." and everyone sang along, it was awesome. And I, was exhausted.
After this, when people started chilling out, Omar burst into Roulette Dares and everyone got as crazy as before. I got slightly less crazy cuz L'via had really exhausted me, but it was still amazing. We were all dying of exhaustion by the end of it.
Next up was the Widow, to everyone's applause. We all just chilled out and swayed to it, just vibing. Very well performed by all members of the band. I was actually wearing 4 layers of clothing this whole time (white shirt, over that, led zeppelin shirt, over that, TMV shirt that i just bought, over that hoodie) and i was dying of overheating. I was doused in sweat. When my mom got home she was like "your clothes are SOAKING" and she wasnt exaggerating; they really were. Long story shirt, I couldn't breathe. And I felt like throwing up. And my belt was constricting me. And I was so soaked in sweat I couldn't breathe at all. So I pushed my way to the wall, and just leaned against it for a while. Then I slid down it and sat on the ground. All the people standing around me looked concerned/amused/bemused/interested. But I was like meh.
Then TMV started playing Cassandra Gemini. I had thought most probably Widow was gonna be the last song, but then, bam, they burst into this half-hour song. By this point I felt so sick, and was so exhausted, and so sweaty, and so overheated (from the four layers), that I just alternated between sitting on the floor and standing for the rest of the concert.
Then, it was over, we all clapped, and Cedric said:
"Thank you. Now you should all go home and wash those hard to reach places, because I'm pretty sure they're dirty now."
After they left the stage and stuff, roadies were throwing stuff off stage for fans to catch. I got a waterbottle drunk from by some TMV bandmember. I was so happy.
After, we all had to leave. I spent about 20 minutes looking for Sean, he wanted pizza, so we went, I bought a pepsi, he bought 2 slices and a drink. Then we went and met up with my mom.
We told her to pick us up at 10:45-11, but at this time it was around 12:30. So we drove home, exhausted. Thinking about the intensity of the show. And then we realised we have school tomorrow. Looks like another 4-hours of sleep night. Oh well I'm used to them.
Thank you Mars Volta for rocking me thoroughly. I love you still.
Adam <33
12:59 AM - 3 Comments - 4 Kudos - Add Comment - Edit - Remove | |
|
|
Thursday, March 31, 2005
|
today was AWESOME
Current mood: inspired
Today I went to the Blue Metropolis, its this writing convention in Montreal. It was awesome and really inspirational.
The best moment was the session with Melissa Auf der Maur, Bassist in Hole (with Courtney Love), Smashing Pumpkings, and singer of Auf der Maur, her solo project. She was a really awesome and inspirational woman, her passion for what she did was just amazing.
She gave me props for my Minor Threat shirt and asked me to talk about them a bit for the group, which I did, talking about how Ian Mckellen started the sXe movement and changed his community and how he was one of my heros. I asked her if she liked the Mars Volta and she said she loved them.
I also wanted to know her personal opinion as to whether she thought Courtney Love killed Kurt Kobain or not, so I asked her. She said Courtney was crazy, she loved her, but she was crazy, but not in a way that she would ever hurt Kurt. She just said that he was as crazy and tortured as she was, and that when you put two crazy people together, all they do is make each other crazier, until eventually, one gets pushed over the limit.. She was positive Kurt killed himself. I was content with her opinion on this long issue. She was positive Courtney would never have killed Kurt, and would never have hired anyone to do it either.
At the end of the session, I went and talked to her and she wrote a note to me on a paper that said: "Adam, you know the truth. I see it in your eyes. Don't doubt." It was really awesome. I gave her a hug and left.
What a great day. <3
adammm | | |
Tuesday, March 15, 2005
|
Refuting Matt's "Top 10 Reasons why I'm not Emo"
Current mood:  accomplished
The following message was the result of me calling Matt emo. He posted this whole list in a comment. And I quote..
"Okay, you can no longer make comments about me being emo. Here are "Matt's top ten reasons why you cannot call him emo, " got it bitch?
10) Because I look too damn good to be emo, and I wear black because it looks good, not because i'm some fucking thick rimmed glasses, hair pulled over one eye jerkoff
9) Because my piercings are too bad ass to be emo
8) Because all the quotes under my pics are from Marilyn Manson, who has substance, unlike emo garbage, he also rapes emo and videotapes it and sells the videotapes for money
7) Because I don't have long emo hair long some people *points at you*
6) Because not everyone on my friends list is emo, also like you
5) Because I do not wear uber tight pants
4) Because I don't make out with other boys, also unlike you
3) I'm too fucking angry to be emo, if you can't tell by this, I vent my problems through rage and anger, not by crying myself to sleep
2) Because I'm not in high school or wishing I still was
1) BECAUSE OUT OF THE FUCKING TWO OF US, YOU ARE FUCKING EMO!
lol, now everyone who reads this is going to think I'm some tripped out angry freak"
Refutation
"10) Because I look too damn good to be emo, and I wear black because it looks good, not because i'm some fucking thick rimmed glasses, hair pulled over one eye jerkoff"
Only an emo kid would feel he looked too damn good in black, what do you think was the inspiration for fashionXcore? you don't need the glasses or the hair to embody the truth emo or hXc spirit. You are a hardcore kid at heart, Matt.
"9) Because my piercings are too bad ass to be emo."
I know emo kids and hXc kids with just as many piercings that are just as bad ass. You are therefore just as emo as them.
"8) Because all the quotes under my pics are from Marilyn Manson, who has substance, unlike emo garbage, he also rapes emo and videotapes it and sells the videotapes for money"
Any musician who has an emotional element to their music, from Jimi Hendrix to Marilyn Manson, is in essence emo. Some of Marilyn Manson's lyrics would are not that different from the lyrics found in hXc songs, ie. those referring to slitting wrists. Thus, you do listen to a genre of emotional music, whether you acknowledge it or not. Thus, you are just as emo as any hXc kid.
"7) Because I don't have long emo hair long some people *points at you*"
As previously stated, one does not have to have long hair to be emo. I know one emo kid named John who has shorter hair than you even. If he saw yours he would say it was more emo than his. Thus, you are just as emo as anyone else.
"6) Because not everyone on my friends list is emo, also like you"
Yet, many people on your list, are. Only a true emo kid wouldn't want a certain kind of people on their list because of the music they listened to (ie, punks). Thus you are just as emo as, if not more emo than, me or anyone else.
"5) Because I do not wear uber tight pants"
You only wear semi-tight pants. I know several emo kids who dress in this style. Thus, this is an invalid argument and you are as emo as any of them.
"4) Because I don't make out with other boys, also unlike you"
False, I have yet to make out with a boy. You, on the other hand, were spotted by me making out with Anton LaVey one day on the bus. When I gasped, Anton through a bottle of water at me and you looked embarassed. The typical emo reaction.
"3) I'm too fucking angry to be emo, if you can't tell by this, I vent my problems through rage and anger, not by crying myself to sleep"
That mentality reminds me of many hXc kids I know. They have the same rage-based mentality. Thus you are as hXc as any hXc kid.
"2) Because I'm not in high school or wishing I still was"
Worst argument ever. The fact that you made this argument proves that you were too depressed to think of anything better, thus, emo.
"1) BECAUSE OUT OF THE FUCKING TWO OF US, YOU ARE FUCKING EMO!"
You probably express your emotions better than me. You wrote a whole top 10 list because you were so insecure at me calling one of your pics, emo. Your insecurity and high-levels of emotion make you more emo than me. Not am I more confident than you, I do not fill all aspects of my life with my emotions (ie. rage). Thus, Matt, you, are emo.
And that's nothing to be ashamed of. Lots of us become what we hate.
Adam <33 |
Posted at 01:13 am by AdamBrave
Permalink
Thursday, November 18, 2004
Swords, guns, and bloody hair
Current mood:  amused
Today I got to school and there was a thing on the intercom that said ''All students in the building please report to the C Wing office''. So we were all like ''this is weird'', and we all walked down to the office. And then the principal told us there was no school for the day and we all rejoiced. I've never seen such joy before. The school was closed because there was majour pipe leakage in the B Wing. So anyway, Jake's like ''Adam! Come to my house!'', so I was like ''k!''. So then we took a bus to a bus stop. Then we took another bus from there, and getting off that bus, i smashed my head onto the roof of the bus getting out of it and it really hurt. Later, I realised there was dried blood in my hair. Jake said if I bled from the ears, I had a concussion. But I didn't. Just from the top of the head, and it snaked its way down my head under my hair a bit. So, at Jake's, he showed me his katana, a real metal one, very nice stuff. Then we went out and sparred with bokkens and bamboo staffs, and bo staffs. Inso doing this, I cut my hand open in two places, and though it was bleeding, I kept fighting. Later, we dressed the wounds, then I played darts until I got a bull's eye while Jake played videogames. Then he's like ''so.. wanna go shoot cans?''. So we took a handgun and a sniper rifle (these didn't shoot real bullets, but hardcore-ass bullet-shaped BB's that TORE holes in the cans) and we went and shot at those babies a while. Then I realised it was time to go home. So I almost got lost on the busses, but then I got home eventually. It was really foggy and misty out and really nice, and the Jimi Hendrix I was listening to really set the mood. It was awesome stuff. So, that was my day. Yay.
Adam
--
It's far too easy to break into my house
Current mood: amused
So, I was out today, and me, being an idiot, forgot my keys. All is well until I come home, to an empty house, and am shut out behind locked doors. So, I try to open the windows in the front of the house, but they are too high off the ground, and firmly shut tight. I creep around the house and push hard on the backwindows, eventually cramming one open. I open the other windows, and here I am, standing in the garden, with the window at my neck level basically, trying to break into my own house. With the window open, I hoist myself up and am there hanging in the space between the outside and inside of the house, with my feet kicking in the air. I wonder if anyone saw me, it would have been hilarious. lmao So, I fell into the house stuck in the curtains, and then i shut all the windows and everything was good. But yeah, that's my story of the day.
I have a lot more respect for burglars now.
Adam
Tuesday, January 04, 2005
Today was fun
Today was fun. I babysat for a while and made a whopping 10 dollars! And I dyed my hair brown and cut it quite shorter. And I brought the kids go-karting and bought a go-karting-place shirt. And thats all for today. Wee.
Adam
P.S. Credit must be given to Lea for the hair advice. thanks babe! <3
Adam
Sunday, November 21, 2004
|
Wow I cooked stuff!
Today my mom was like : ''Yo, if you pick recipes, we'll cook em'.'' So, me, being the big food lover that I am, agreed. So I spend almost my whole day cooking this stuff. We cooked two cheesecakes, and curry vegetables, and fried potato stuff and curry chicken. It's so fulfilling to work so long on something and to then be able to enjoy it. Oh how I love cheesecake.. So, I won't be a useless husband. I'll be able to cook and stuff. Woohoo.
Adam |
Posted at 01:08 am by AdamBrave
Permalink
Monday, January 31, 2005
|
Yours
Current mood:  sad
And as the music stopped,
And as the lights flooded back in,
We kissed.
And our lips danced as we sat there,
And for that moment, Everything was perfect. I was yours. I was so happy. My heart was yours,
I was rebuilt.
I was reformed.
I was renewed.
I was yours.
But now I am no one's.
I am nothing.
I am broken down.
I am tossed back in.
I am old and ruined.
I was yours.
I see now that hearts dance a lot.
But there is always a hunter.
And there is always prey.
It varies from day to day.
Today I was your prey.
Tomorrow I could be the hunter.
I hate this foolish game.
I remember my joy.
It was ageless excitement.
I was yours.
But now, I'm a statue that's collapsed.
I'm just another ruin that melted into your past.
Just a toppled form born so you can forget.
So you can forget me.
I ought to forget myself.
I guess sometimes I do.
And maybe I give myself away too easily.
Maybe I'm too desperate.
But I only ever wanted to make you happy.
I only ever wanted to make you smile.
I only wanted to belong to you.
And I did.
I was yours.
But now my heart joins many others,
Hearts that fell back into the basin,
And lie waiting expectantly, in melancholy,
For new hands to pull them out,
And rinse them off again.
And so we wait together, in sorrow,
And we remember.
God forbid I should forget.
How I was yours. |
Friday, January 07, 2005
|
Philosophy in Practice
Current mood: Inspired
I stood at the store, about to purchase pants, my money in hand. When I was about to pay, a man on my right who I had not noticed handed me a 50% off coupon. I looked up at him; he was old, with a white beard, a red tuque, and a red and black plaid jacket. He looked like a lumberjack. He was wearing thick black rimmed glasses. He stood taller than 6 feet, and his large stomach made him a towering figure; he towered over the clerk and myself. The woman had already punched in my pants and she was reluctant to do so again, to subtract the 50%. The man insisted that she do it, and that she go get the manager if need be. '
'You don't understand how the younger generation do not have all the money in the world. If we can save him 8 dollars, than let us save him 8 dollars!'' He said, not forcefully, but firmly.
I looked at his hand to see what he was buying, it was a french copy of Nietzche. The written price was 1.49$. Nietzche isn't worth much more than that, I thought. I understood that he was a Philosopher, and that giving me this deal when it would have saved him 74 cents, was a matter of logic; he was going for the greater good. I asked him ''Have you read Plato's dialogues?'' He nodded. The woman finally punched in the 50% and the man started to leave, he walked out the door and I followed him to thank him. The final thing he said to me was:
"Maybe that's what Plato was talking about when he spoke of the Republic; everyone helping each other. (he made a hand gesture implying the higher levels of society down to the lowest) Perhaps you'll be able to do the same for someone else someday."
Then he walked off.
Adam |
Posted at 01:05 am by AdamBrave
Permalink
Saturday, December 03, 2005
Went with paul to guzzo.
Saw sam and tanya.
Met up with, of all people,
kat! and dina.
s'd a bit of j.
snuck into movie with them.
aeon flux.
cuddled with kat.
<333333333.
left.
walked to hill.
saw gangsters.
they wanted me to freestyle.
saw vic & m-e make out.
saw vic & some other girl make out.
enjoyed it.
s'd a j with them.
greg tried to return broken bottle.
bought candy.
bus to longueil.
went in girls bathroom with vic & m-e.
made out with m-e.
watched vic & m-e fighting/boxing in the face.
watched greg and vic & me spit on each other.
Bus.
Greg "cam aon!"
to that little kid, gay come ons.
dancing to classical music at longueil.
s'd a pepsi bottle b under stairs.
missed my bus home.
walked home from champlain mail.
drank apple cinnamon tisane.
"When i was in Greece, there was this woman, a friend of my family's and she was known for making feta cheese. So, one day I was with her and my family and she went to give me some feta cheese. The thing was that this woman had a mustache. Very visible hairs. And when she gave me the cheese, some of the hairs fell out and landed on my cheese. My dad saw this and so encouraged me to eat it more and more."
-Kat
Me: "Did you eat it?"
Kat: "No"
Posted at 12:39 am by AdamBrave
Permalink
Saturday, November 19, 2005
160 pizzas and 300 mushrooms.
Dear diary,
Today I made 160 pizzas at the Restaurant.
In a row.
Then I cut approximately 300 mushrooms.
In a row.
With a knife.
I love my job.:)
Then I got home, and wrote a 2,400 word essay on Epicurus' view of pleasure. Tomorrow I'm doing the same deal. Work. Then get home, and write a 2,000 word essay on Epicurus' atomic theory and how Epicurus is an empiricist.
Adam
Posted at 10:01 pm by AdamBrave
Permalink
Monday, November 07, 2005
The world is pleasant through a soft blue mist of sadness. The faint sadness reminds you you are alive, it is a subtle pain, a subtle breath, a subtle caress of blue water, that gives a soft beat to a heart otherwise numb. A panorama of blues and whites, soft blurs and vividly defined lines, an atmosphere of ocean fog, damp air, blues, tinted. Feelings flow through a heart that breathes them in like moist air, fresh. The present is dream-like, distorted by the current of soft emotions. All sounds are somewhat quieted, all things are somewhat blurred. Faces are eyes in pools of soft brushstroked tones. Mouths open but sometimes the words are not heard. The mind considers tragic memories, with a quiet regret. They fade with each passing sun and moon. The ivory moon, the light-blue sun. The kisses of clouds. The rising tide. The soft push of waters through toes. The feel of sand. The brush of wind. Tender. The arms of life. Home.
Posted at 09:26 pm by AdamBrave
Permalink
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
"I'm just like the clock upon the wall; always moving, but never going anywhere."
-Mudvayne, "The Patient Mental"
"I didn't mean to give you hypodermics!"
-Mr. Ken Robertson
"i was sup at 11 lol posed to go" - My Writing Idol
Links of Worth
Escape Velocity
|
|
|
|
