This blog is around four days late, but I'd like to imagine that the reasons for this justify, or at least explain how this happened.
About two weeks ago, while trying to watch an episode of The Office online, I had the delight of being infected by a Trojan Vundo. This is the second time I've had a major computer infection, and last time it was also because I was trying to watch The Office. I just can't say no to corporate America and tall guys who will bend over backwards for their girl (Jesus, someone find me a Jim Halpert). This virus has most likely ruined my computer and everything on it, but I don't know yet because I am still too devastated to muster enough strength and courage to try and fix this. I turned it off before it could spread to my loved ones, because I GOT INFECTED. ACTUALLY.
Let me say that I have the immune system of an ox. I rarely get sick, have never been "seriously" ill (a few fevers over the years and two accounts of perpetual vomiting that I remember-- in 1994 and 1999), and haven't taken any medicine except for the occasional aspirin since early childhood. There was that one time I had to take antibiotics, though, but that's because I started peeing blood. HOWEVER, Thursday I finally accepted that I was catching something and that night had a temperature of 100.3. By Friday morning I was up to 102.6 with a cough, headache, chills, no appetite, and I felt so weak I thought about just wetting the bed so I wouldn't have to walk to the bathroom. All the while, it's finally the weekend and I'm home alone on my deathbed (living room couch) with the instructions to "sweat it out" while staring through the sliding back door to my backyard because I have no computer or television or housemates to help me forget the exhausting agony I'm in. I spent Thursday through Sunday in the same sweat-soaked and stinking (I lost my deodorant) sundress and cardigan.
You know when you cough so much you start to gag and make wet, choking noises? And then your eyes start watering? You ever cough so much the next day you wake up sore and can't sit up straight? I'm going to have rock-hard abs in a week.
Monday, November 16, 2009
Being sick is not sick.
So it’s been about a week and a half since I’ve been sick, but I have been without my voice the entire time. Some people say it’s sexy, some people say that I sound like an 80 year old with emphysema. Psh, as if there’s a difference between the two. But really it is so very inhibiting. I can’t smoke pot, shouldn’t smoke cigarettes (my bad), and cannot sing or even yell. These are like my four favorite things in life… especially yelling. At its’ worst I only have two options, I can mess with my vocal chords so I sound like a Stephen Hawking-esque robot, or I can reduce myself to a soft whisper. When I do either of these things, I can speak completely audibly. So I am faced with this decision, robot or whisper man? What do girls find more attractive I wonder? Would they rather have my get up close and personal and whisper sweet nothings in there ear, or would they prefer to be hit on by Cody-bot3000. As I found out, they don’t really go for either… which is a major bummer. Anyways… what’s the deal with phlegm? I mean its absolutely nasty. But really, what the fuck is the deal with phlegm, and why do I have so much of it in and around my chest and nasal passages. And why couldn’t they just spell it ‘flem,’ like it ought to be? I guess these are just some of the unanswerable mysteries of life.
Anthony Ishihara blog 3
The most difficult part of getting used to college is the food. The food is just not the same as the stuff back home. I mean for one i feel like cereal is the only thing that tastes anything close to food. The rest just seems like processed chemicals with a hint of flavor. The one thing that the have everyday no matter what is pizza. Pizza must be easy as fuck to make cause they make billions of them. I hate having to get fruit cause sometimes it seems the whole batch sucks. Like how the fuck are all these apple rotten just sitting here. I dont even know who eats those things, but sometimes i go without fruit for weeks because its just too old. When im high the best thing to eat is the cereal. You can never go wrong with coco roos or whatever the fuck they are called. I think the dining hall is the meeting place for all people high. I think i see more people with bloodshot red eyes in the dining hall than anywhere. I think its funny to compare the racial diversity of the people who work in the dining hall to the people who attend this college. Its almost like the border between Mexico and the U.S. I'd like to see more Native Americans making my pizza. I think he would put his love for mother earth into it. The dining halls have proved to give a lot of insight into the culture of Santa Cruz, although like i said the food tastes like shit.
Sunday, November 15, 2009
Amir Raad Blog 3
So no new information but Santa Cruz is crazy as fuck. Sometimes I like to take strolls on pacific at night just to see what’s crackin. Quite literally. Hella people are on crack or meth. I was approaching the catalyst and I notice a dense population of people. There must be a show. Problem was I thought I was stuck in a ‘faces of meth’ ad. What the fuck is going on? Oh shit suicidal tendencies are playing. Shit was hybrid it looked like hot topic fucked an oil burner and shit out incarceration. Sidetrack here why did obama outlaw flavored tobacco because its targeted to children, ps. I’m an adult and its still illegal…… but he didn’t outlaw oil burners aka meth pipes. Places that sell bongs, excuse me water pipes, also sell some shit under the table, no not weed, but oil burners and ‘stems’ in which middle aged stay at home moms are the primary consumers. No they don’t like the essence of lavender but the ability not to stop moving for hours in order for Tommy to be 3 hours early for his soccer match. Meth is crazy. Every social class in America is experiencing the meth epidemic, except people making hella scrill who can afford that good Bolivian shit. Homeless people have to set there priorities because there strapped for cash they have an ultimatum. Use my money to buy food? Of course not. I’m going to buy meth and a lighter. Everytime a homeless person asks me for a cigarette on pacific they never need a lighter. They got there shit on lock. There’s nothing worse than having some fresh crystal and not having a lighting device. This scenario is especially horrific because it’s likely to happen at 3 in the morning with no flame in sight.
Friday, November 13, 2009
The thoughts of a cynical optimist. Batman and the Joker.
I'm Robin Liepman. I'm perceived to most as a pretty happy, optimistic guy. That is my social persona. But I find that the more I wear a pasted on smile, the less I'm in touch with reality, and with myself. But pessimism doesn't help either. Pessimism is the curling of the soul into the fetal position. Lately, I've cast aside my bounciness and become more of a cynical optimist.
This doesn't mean that I'm going to conform to the standard of angry white boy smoking cigarettes, constantly listen to politically driven anger rap, and insulting everyone I disagree with. What it means is that I'm going to look at life through a more realistic lens, but push myself towards that which makes my life better and the world better, under the belief that progress is achievable.
Psychologist Carl Jung introduced a concept called "the collective unconscious." This is basically mob mentality, the social group accepting certain concepts and patterns into their reality. We see this when we read about oppression in the USA, Nazis just "doing their jobs."
Moving on from there, I would like to talk about entertainment. Entertainment without a doubt alters the collective unconscious. It is a hand which molds the clay of our minds. Our minds can be molded positively or negatively.
Let's take for example, the Joker in the newest Batman movie.
The Joker stands for mayhem, destruction and craziness, which stems from an apathetic or pessimistic worldview. Apathy is a very destructive force, which created a lot of the worlds shit, such as homelessness, trash, the addiction to world of warcraft, and liposuction, to name a few. I think the Joker was a blessing in disguise for all those people who are secretly emo but held within a certain social norm that renders self-expression such a daring task that most don't walk that road. When this movie came along, many of the true apathetics, pessimists, and crazies were able to express themselves using the Joker as an access point, but in a way that made people say, "oh, it's the Joker! WHY SO SERIOUS! Hahaha." The Joker has become a form of Jesus to the apathetic and distraught, which allows them to explore the dark realm of their twisted desires by... well... wearing eyeshadow and lipstick.
But as cool as the Joker was in the movie, I side with Batman. He fights the negative, but remains a cynical realist. Batman knows what the fuck is up.
This brings me to comedy. Comedy is a mental place in which we are aloud to complain, insult, and express our deepest thoughts and emotions, if we can craft it in a nice package that the audience will accept. By doing this, the collective unconscious is made more aware of that which exists but is either unaware of, or doesn't pay much attention to.
Comedy can be the Joker that twists and turns our social condition, making us morph into a unified mind that enjoys having shit thrown at us so we can take that shit and throw it at more people.
Or Comedy can be Batman, that shines light into the face of darkness and laughs heroically as it is rendered powerless by the police of the mind.
Well that was my blog for today. Sorry it was late and a little unorganized. Cynical optimists are busy.
This doesn't mean that I'm going to conform to the standard of angry white boy smoking cigarettes, constantly listen to politically driven anger rap, and insulting everyone I disagree with. What it means is that I'm going to look at life through a more realistic lens, but push myself towards that which makes my life better and the world better, under the belief that progress is achievable.
Psychologist Carl Jung introduced a concept called "the collective unconscious." This is basically mob mentality, the social group accepting certain concepts and patterns into their reality. We see this when we read about oppression in the USA, Nazis just "doing their jobs."
Moving on from there, I would like to talk about entertainment. Entertainment without a doubt alters the collective unconscious. It is a hand which molds the clay of our minds. Our minds can be molded positively or negatively.
Let's take for example, the Joker in the newest Batman movie.
The Joker stands for mayhem, destruction and craziness, which stems from an apathetic or pessimistic worldview. Apathy is a very destructive force, which created a lot of the worlds shit, such as homelessness, trash, the addiction to world of warcraft, and liposuction, to name a few. I think the Joker was a blessing in disguise for all those people who are secretly emo but held within a certain social norm that renders self-expression such a daring task that most don't walk that road. When this movie came along, many of the true apathetics, pessimists, and crazies were able to express themselves using the Joker as an access point, but in a way that made people say, "oh, it's the Joker! WHY SO SERIOUS! Hahaha." The Joker has become a form of Jesus to the apathetic and distraught, which allows them to explore the dark realm of their twisted desires by... well... wearing eyeshadow and lipstick.
But as cool as the Joker was in the movie, I side with Batman. He fights the negative, but remains a cynical realist. Batman knows what the fuck is up.
This brings me to comedy. Comedy is a mental place in which we are aloud to complain, insult, and express our deepest thoughts and emotions, if we can craft it in a nice package that the audience will accept. By doing this, the collective unconscious is made more aware of that which exists but is either unaware of, or doesn't pay much attention to.
Comedy can be the Joker that twists and turns our social condition, making us morph into a unified mind that enjoys having shit thrown at us so we can take that shit and throw it at more people.
Or Comedy can be Batman, that shines light into the face of darkness and laughs heroically as it is rendered powerless by the police of the mind.
Well that was my blog for today. Sorry it was late and a little unorganized. Cynical optimists are busy.
Energy Drinks [Paul Herzog
I drink too many energy drinks now. Three a day, at least. I feel like I’m on a one way train ride to diabetic island. I don’t know why either, they taste pretty terrible. They taste like a mixture of metal and gasoline. Which explains why when they wear off you feel like you got hit by a car. Drinking them is just like the first time you drive a car on the freeway. You get on, and start going so fast, it feels amazing. Then two hours later, BOOM, you crash and piss your pants. Wake up like, “Uhh what happened?? Did I die?! Why am I peeing blood?”
Energy drinks always have badass names. Monster, Full Throttle, Rockstar. Which is bullshit because I’ve never felt like any of those things when I drink one. I’ve never been drinking a Rockstar and suddenly a bunch of hot chicks throw their panties at me. They should give them more accurate names like, Jitter Getter, Bladder Buster, or A Diabetic Future.
They have their own special section at the gas station too. “Over here is the normal soda...and over here is the ENERGY DRANK!!!” It makes you feel like you flew an F-15 into the sun.” The energy drinks are looking over at the normal soda like, “We don’t like to be associated with them...pussies. You drink us and you’ll probably beat a grizzly bear in a cage fight. Probably. Fuck a ‘Coke and a Smile’, we want some action, bitch.” You know that they’re made with bull semen too right? Who was the guy that was watching the running of the bulls and was like, “I bet if I blow one of those things I could move like that!” Bulls don’t even seem like the best choice. I’m waiting for the energy drink made with cheetah semen. That’s gonna be fucking chaos. You drink one of those and you will literally take down a zebra and eat it.
Energy drinks always have badass names. Monster, Full Throttle, Rockstar. Which is bullshit because I’ve never felt like any of those things when I drink one. I’ve never been drinking a Rockstar and suddenly a bunch of hot chicks throw their panties at me. They should give them more accurate names like, Jitter Getter, Bladder Buster, or A Diabetic Future.
They have their own special section at the gas station too. “Over here is the normal soda...and over here is the ENERGY DRANK!!!” It makes you feel like you flew an F-15 into the sun.” The energy drinks are looking over at the normal soda like, “We don’t like to be associated with them...pussies. You drink us and you’ll probably beat a grizzly bear in a cage fight. Probably. Fuck a ‘Coke and a Smile’, we want some action, bitch.” You know that they’re made with bull semen too right? Who was the guy that was watching the running of the bulls and was like, “I bet if I blow one of those things I could move like that!” Bulls don’t even seem like the best choice. I’m waiting for the energy drink made with cheetah semen. That’s gonna be fucking chaos. You drink one of those and you will literally take down a zebra and eat it.
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