Thursday, November 11, 2010

Day 198: Razor's Edge


Time for an Emergency Hair Cut. The last haircut I got, as you'll remember, was on Day 93, which means it's been... a hundred and five days since I cut my hair. So yeah, this was necessary. It's all gone and I feel so much freer. No wild hair or crazy beard to tie me down any longer.

Song: "For All These Times, Son, For All These Times" by Lostprophets. Alternative post-hardcore. An aggressive track that always takes me back to my final year in high school. Come for the catchy chorus, stay for the undeniable bridge with its gang vocals and anthemic chanting.

Day 197: Broken Cisterns


This is a picture that I appreciate more the more I look at it. The empty sky and the red in the leaves suggest that "autumn" has finally hit southwest Florida. Soon the weather will turn cold and the snowbirds will find their way down to the piers and beaches.

Song: "The Cure for the Pain" by Jon Foreman. Part of his Seasons EP series, this is from the "Fall" album, and rightly so. It does an excellent job at conveying the sounds and emotions behind the most nostalgic season with lush instrumentation and soft, vulnerable vocals.

Day 196: Resurgence (The Show Goes On)


It's been a while, huh?

I haven't blogged in a long time. I didn't really realize how hard it would be for me to keep up with this when school really started going into high gear. I fell behind on my posts, which continued to pile up beneath me, until I was so far behind that the whole thing felt pointless.

But I didn't want to give up. I worked too hard on this project to simply not follow through and see it all the way to its conclusion. So I came up with a plan. Most of October's posts are missing; this is the first post for the month of November. I'm going to count October as a "hiatus" while I fill in the November posts, and slowly but surely I'll start adding in October posts along the way whenever I have time. In addition, I'm making the poems an optional thing each day: if I'm feeling particularly inspired to write about something, I'll do it, but I don't think there will be a daily poem anymore.

For some reason, November felt like the perfect time to get back on track with this, and I've felt a resurgence of creative energy and drive when it comes to taking the pictures I want to take. I've got a good feeling about this.

Today was Dana's birthday dinner at Chili's. I had the most delicious hamburger and a sea of endless chips. Before we got to the restaurant I finally shaved my Octobeard, which, since we skipped October, you haven't seen any pictures of yet. Consider yourself lucky :p It felt great to finally get rid of that thing and reintegrate myself into civilized society.

Song: "The Show Goes On" by Lupe Fiasco. Hip/hop pop. Sampling Modest Mouse's hit song "Float On", this is a well constructed pop song with some great lines by Lupe in the rap verses. His flow never feels forced or awkward, and the beat is one of the best I've heard all year.

Saturday, October 16, 2010

Day 166: The 34th Street Wall


Before today I had never seen nor heard of the 34th Street Wall. As far as I can tell (and I haven't actually questioned anyone about it), it's legal graffiti done by the students and residents of Gainseville. Over time the wall changes form, with old murals being painted over and new ones being displayed. They are always a snapshot of the times. One section of the wall, in big balloon letters, said "Vote Gillian Leytham". And then someone inescapably wrote "DON'T" in front of it.

As I walked along the wall I came across two girls who had parked their SUV on the side of the road and were about to start opening paint cans. They were dedicating an entire slab of wall to an homage to their favorite book, My Friend Leonard. I didn't know much about the book. They told me that it was about the friendship of two men who met in a rehab clinic and how the affected each other's lives. I looked it up later and it's actually that James Frey book that Oprah ripped into on her show for not being factually true (it was marketed as a memoir). But there's nothing wrong with fiction.

I must thank you
for this
for all you've done for me
And I cannot forget, it will be repaid

Song: "Burning in the Skies" by Linkin Park. Alternative. Linkin Park drew a lot of criticism for the artistic direction they took with their newest album, and at first I was among the detractors. But the more I listened to it, the more I got it. This is an atmospheric track layered with synths and industrial beats. Noticeably absent is a large presence of guitars, which Linkin Park has always been known for. But guitars aren't needed to make this song anthemic and expressive.

Friday, October 15, 2010

Day 165: Scootertown


The view from the back porch of David's apartment at The Estates. I'm not sure what UF's obsession with scooters is, but I can dig it. They seem to be everywhere and it's pretty chill. I think right after I snapped this pic I passed out on the couch. I was supposed to be sleeping on an air mattress in the living room, and I did so the night before, and promptly decided it was a one-time only experience. A few hours after I went to sleep on the air mattress I woke back up to find all the air had left the mattress and I was basically lying on the ground with vinyl rolling around beneath me. I had to respectfully decline the offer to repeat the experience on night 2.

Sorry for the lazy picture. Today was mainly spent hanging out with new friends, playing Mario Kart, and eating lots of Chipotle, so I didn't really have an opportunity to snap an inspired, Gainesville-centric picture.

It didn't take me long to figure out I was the frame
And you were the picture
In your eyes

Song: "Annie" by Mat Kearney. Adult alternative. Mat's got a great voice, which he sometimes uses to rap or do spoken word interludes. He (sadly) cut most of these gimmicks out for his second album, and so this piano track is mainly a backdrop for his soulful vocals and his signature hooo-oooh's. For some reason, a lot of Mat Kearney's music reminds me of Gainesville, even though I've only been there a handful of times. It also reminds me of up north, walking along the streets of Columbus. If you like this song be sure to check out his other work, you'll probably be impressed.

Thursday, September 30, 2010

Day 164: Exit 387


After a gas leak on Ben Hill Griffin Road canceled all classes and shut down what was supposed to be our first flag football game of the year, I was left without much to do except pack for my trip to UF. Matt and I were about to embark on a 3 day 4 night excursion to Gainesville to visit some friends and just escape from Fort Myers for a weekend. At around 8pm we packed the car up and headed out on the 260-mile trip.

The temperature noticeably changed the further north we traveled. With our windows rolled down we could feel the cool breeze encouraging us to continue. That autumn weather, on the last day of September, still hadn't made its way to southwest Florida, and I remembered why I enjoyed going to Gainesville so much. They actually have weather there.

Due to an oversight we accidentally passed our exit by about five miles, but we made the best of it and decided to stop by a Burger King before we headed back the right way. A 24-hour Burger King. The only 24-hour fast food restaurant we even have in the Fort Myers/ Estero area is that McDonald's on 41, and it seems like everything else closes at 9 or 10. Gainesville knows how to do it right. I can only hope the business in our area can learn from their example. Sometimes you just need a Whopper at 1am.

After eating in the parking lot, soaking in the college town atmosphere, we got back in the car and made our way to David's apartment.

You are strong
I am absurd
And here we are, everyone heard
That you and I are different
Creatures altogether

Song: "Just a Dream" by Nelly. I'm usually not a fan of Nelly (or any artists like him), but this is just a good, catchy song with relateable lyrics and a solid hook. Pop.

Day 163: We Were Searching For Shelter


Everywhere I go, my shadow follows me. One of those fundamental truths that just can't be escaped. Like how cereal will always get soggier the more time it sits in milk. Or how some days, you see a lot of people walking around on crutches. It just happens.

You take this gun and kill this void
And set the emptiness free
Revolt violently against the dying plague inside

Song: "Crossfire" by Brandon Flowers. Electronica/ alternative rock. I, like everybody else, was expecting Brandon Flowers' solo music to be weird and incomprehensible. Instead we got Crossfire, perhaps the best song he's ever written, with an undeniably catchy chorus and an upbeat message. The music video is pretty cool, too. But I'm always a sucker for Charlize Theron.

Day 162: Work Some Hope


There is an evening skyline that stays still for just one moment. Lights flicker and move, trees sway and cars chase their headlights around the streets. But for that one moment everything is motionless. The rolling clouds are immobilized, the moon cannot rotate.

This is the magic of the camera.

How can we arrive at the same conclusion?
Our fears were far apart.
"Everyone everywhere knows
We need something more"

Song: "Smash Into You" by Beyoncé. Rhythm and blues. Rock instrumentation forms the basis for Beyoncé's voice to shine. Technically a remake of "Smack Into You" by Jon McLaughlin, but they changed the title so Beyoncé gets a songwriting credit for this one.

Day 161: There's No Such Thing as Pink


I've counted all the zeros
And they still add up to you.
And your desperation lingers,
Still longs to be whole

Song: Anna Waronker's version of "The Speedway Motor Racers' Club" by Steel Train. Steel Train did something pretty cool when they simultaneously released their self titled CD with a companion album of covers by female artists. This is definitely one of the highlights of the companion album.

Day 160: Emergency Merge


I should explain this.

On my way back to Fort Myers, I got on I-75 like I always do. There's a junction where 75 will either take you south toward Miami or north toward Naples. The left-most lanes head south and if you stay to the right you'll get to Naples, like I wanted to. Okay, well, the Naples lanes were blocked off by large construction cones, only two lanes toward Miami were open. Confused, I stayed over to the left, as countless signs showed arrows directing traffic to the left. The signs looked like this except they had arrows pointing left.

Suddenly, there was a gap in the cones. I thought maybe I could get over, but then I looked ahead and there were still arrows pointing left, so I decided to not take the chance.

Apparently, those arrows now meant "GET OVER EVEN MORE BECAUSE WE'RE MERGING THE LANES YET AGAIN." It was obviously not clear that they meant this. The cones were quickly encroaching upon my space, eating up my entire lane. I needed to get over fast. Unfortunately, there was a car directly to my left. Fortunately, they were going under the speed limit, so I sped up. Unfortunately, they sped up as well. Fortunately, I still had the option of slowing down, so I tried that. Unfortunately, the other car insisted on still being a jerk and slowed down as well. I AM NOT EVEN MAKING THIS UP. I drastically reduced my speed at that point, going about 35 or 40 miles, and managed to scoot behind the other car and make it into the left lane. Unfortunately, not all of my car was able to complete the journey with me. One of the big cones knocked my side view mirror off. Completely gone. Left a few wires though. I don't even know what those wires are for.

Where once was a mirror now only lies debris
Crushed and pummeled by the weight of thee
Stupid construction cones.

Song: "Black Fingernails, Red Wine" by Eskimo Joe. Indie rock at its sharpest, with finely tuned guitars, drums and bass all working together to create a driving rhythm and layered sound.

Day 159: Tabernacles


Sukkot! I like Jewish holidays because they're always feasts. I'm a big fan of food.

I have heard
What the silence says
I know these looks
I know this shame
I know you're trying hard.

Song: "Forever" by Fireflight. Female-fronted alternative rock.

Day 158: When My Time Comes


A long drive is always better when it's accompanied by music. And when you're accompanied by good friends. Usually when I do the drive between Fort Myers and Boca I am alone, which can get a little lonely. But the music helps. I'm alone in my car, shouting the lyrics to my favorite songs at the top of my lungs. And suddenly you're not alone anymore.

AJ needed to pick his car up from Fort Lauderdale, so I took him on my way to Boca. Matt tagged along for the ride. We lost our voices and our shame.

Kinetic or magnetic
We are energy drawn
To the idea of one another
And now we leave with the dawn

Song: I've been forced to do something I've never had to do up until this point: instead of giving a link to audio, I have to put a youtube video here. That's because the best (and in my opinion, the only version of this song isn't on any album or other recording. All that exists is this video. Dawes is a great up and coming band, fusing folk with indie rock and sounding completely authentic in the process. And their live version of "When My Time Comes" is quickly becoming one of my favorite songs. It's easily one of the best live performances I've heard of any song, ever, and the studio version doesn't do it justice. Watch it here.

Day 157: A Suggestion


We were supposed to have our first flag football game today. And then this happened.

Sad day =(

It seems every semester, the first few games of the flag football season will inevitably be rained out. It's just the way Florida weather works, year after year. I have a suggestion! Start the season a few weeks later, and have it go all the way until the end of the semester. There's no reason this can't be done. The officials will tell you that it's impossible because the playoffs occur in the last few weeks. I don't think you really need to spread out playoffs for flag football and make it a multi-week affair. Get all those games played in a single week.

It's really not that hard, fellas.

Nearing, closer, the resolution
To find a way out of here
To sever these ties
Cut the cord of disbelief

Song: "Not Sure" by Fiction Family. Folk/ acoustic.

Day 156: Spitting on Snakes


Spend a night in nature. Listen to a good song. Let yourself be swallowed by your surroundings.

Here we go again, my friend
It's the same story, same twists, same ending
Let me know if anything changes

Song: "Jesus Christ" by Brand New. Remember how I said you should listen to a good song while you bask in nature's awesome power? This is the song I was talking about.

Day 155: What if There's a Fire?


I'm sitting in the back of the class. When we walked in, the majority of the desks were arranged in a circle, with a few misplaced in the outlying areas. All the neatly arranged desks were taken. I am in the corner, messing with my camera, obscured by poor planning. The light overhead is flickering, like I'm in a horror movie. A horror movie where the desks aren't arranged properly.

All my light is fading
But can you show the colors?
Can you fix this broken flame?
I'm still fading.

Song: "Restless" by Racing Kites. Acoustic pop/emo. Recommended if you like the slew of other songs I've posted from this genre: Rookie of the Year, The Early November, Secondhand Serenade, The Spill Canvas... you get the picture. It's not the most mature music, but it's relevant. And easy to listen to.

Day 154: Long Walks and Sci-fi Movies


This sign has been posted above the water fountains in the library for, what seems like, an eternity.

And you might think it's not a very big deal. And you'd be wrong. You see, it's a long walk to the library, especially in the post-summer heat. When I get to the computer lab there, I tend to be very thirsty. And I don't think it's my fault that I keep auto-piloting right to the fountains, only to discover that they still haven't been fixed. Do I really want to walk all the way over to the west side of the library? No, I just wanna get my hydration on, and I wanna get it on right now.

It's like when you've been expecting an important phone call all day, and when it finally rings it's your buddy wanting to know where the nearest Chinese restaurant is.

Disappointment.

Don't ask me questions, because
you don't want to know the answers.
You don't want to know what I think.

Song: "Fake Palindromes" by Andrew Bird. Indie rock driven by Bird's charismatic voice and layered instrumentation.

Day 153: Let It Stay


I guess I don't check my mail very often: there was crap from last semester in here. It was junk mail though, so I just left it.

...Ohhhhh.

Don't say I'm fading
Don't say I'm changing
I was always headed here
I always needed this to happen first

Song: "I Don't Wanna Dance" by Hey Monday. A fusion between pop-punk and dance music. As much hate as this band gets, they sure do make a lot of good, fun songs.

Day 152: Murphy and Bogey


The whole raison d'être of house sitting this weekend was because Dana was asked to take care of these two dogs. Pictured is Bogey getting cozy in a blanket on the couch while we watched It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia. Not pictured is Murphy, who I'm sure was being just as chill. These are seriously the chillest dogs I've ever met. They're friendly without being hyper and overly energetic. They are the Hanley Ramirezes of the dog community.

Just take it
And leave it there
Out of sight of these
Tormented hands
Because I never
Needed that noise

Song: "This Time" by P.O.D. Alternative rock. Sonny's signature vocals shine in this song along with some pretty intriguing guitar work by the often underrated Jason Truby.

Tuesday, September 28, 2010

Day 151: Bumblebee


The family that Dana babysits for went out of town for the weekend, so they asked her to house-sit and take care of their two dogs. Lee, Matt, Katie and I tagged along for the fun. I will say that, even though it was an incredibly comfortable couch, I've had better nights of sleep. We ordered in a pizze, watched Ratatouille, and played Skipbo. If you've never played Skipbo before, you're missing out. Unless you play with Lee. He cheats.

There was a book in the bathroom titled "Is your mama a llama?"

I really wish I had written that book.

A pretty face is all you need
That's the magic of having beauty
You can get away with anything

Song: "The Energy" by Audiovent. Straight up rock and roll.

Day 150: I'll Just Regress, Because I Feel I've Made Myself Perfectly Redundant


Ribbit.

We coexist in this machine
Like something stubborn, still and strange
I know enough to know
We're never getting out.

Song: "Do Better" by Say Anything. Pop/punk. Max Bemis is one of the cleverest lyricists in the scene today. This song is a good example of that.

Day 149: Not Now


Then and even now
I knew that it was wrong.
I should have never seen her
Not here, not now

Song: "Heavy in Your Arms" by Florence and the Machine. Heavy alternative rock with powerful female vocals. The songwriting here is immediate and super intense.

Day 148: Finding Meaning


It limits my perception
When the music finds my ears
And now nothing else is real
Nothing else is here

Song: "Can't Take It" by All-American Rejects. Pop-punk set against a pretty impressive string arrangement

Sunday, September 19, 2010

Day 147: The Flood


I went with some friends to the Halo release event at Game Stop. I didn't know people were so eager to buy a video game at midnight on a school night. Let me tell you, I have never seen such a collection of gaming geeks. You couldn't throw a rock without hitting five of them, though this is because it was dark out and they probably wouldn't be able to see the rock coming their way. There was one guy dressed up in a full space marine costume. Helmet and everything. I tried to get a picture of him but there were too many nerds blocking my view.

To be honest though, I kind of feel that the geeks are my people. I'm all for geekdom, I love everything it stands for. Everyone is a geek about something, or they should be. You've got your band geeks passionate about marching and, like, playing the tuba. You've got your sports geeks who know every player, every stat, and win their fantasy league every year. You've got your computer geeks, without which the rest of us would be hopelessly lost in this digital world. Reformat my hard drive whaaaaaat? You do it.

I guess I would consider myself a music geek. Music is a really big part of my life and I love to listen to it, talk about it, and share it. Don't get me started talking about my favorite band or a really good album: you saw what happened on Day 143. I'm not ashamed to admit I'm a geek about this particular thing. I just wish I could find someone to talk to about it for more than ten minutes before they zone me out (not that I blame them).

You figured it out, found the loophole
And now we're all paying the price.
I used to watch you run.

Song: "Vienna" by The Fray. Alternative rock fueled by piano and Isaac Slade's familiar raspy vocals.

Saturday, September 18, 2010

Day 146: Run from the Devil in Disguise


Rita's is one of the great inventions of the 21st Century. Right up there with iPhones and online classes. They sell ice, custard, and happiness. If you order a gelatti you get all three. Mango used to be my favorite flavor of Italian ice, but lately I've been rockin that blue raspberry.

I still don't understand why they have a coffee flavored custard. Furthermore I don't know why they blend the coffee flavor with the orange cream flavor. This makes 0% sense.

Hurry now, we're falling behind
there's a pattern to be kept
Let's march in time
and forget
This fragile order

Song: "Bullet" by Steel Train. Bombastic indie rock with a folk influence. This band got a lot of hype with their last release. The jury's still out on whether or not they deserved it. But this song is a definite highlight of the album.

Tuesday, September 14, 2010

Day 145: Sock Nation


Look at his cute little bunny paws! And his fierce little bunny maw.

Butters has really taken a liking to my sock collection. I had a bunch of old socks that I don't really wear anymore and I threw them on the floor for a while for lack of a better place to put them/ too lazy to really be concerned with it. But they seem to serve a purpose now. Butters will claw at the pile of socks and try to make a little sock bed for himself, or something, I'm not really sure. There doesn't seem to be any sort of real benefit from what he does with the socks. I think he just likes being silly.

The other day I caught him with a sock in his mouth and he looked at me, then threw his mouth upward and started waving the sock in the air. Then he leaned up on his hind legs, still holding the sock high, waving it proudly like it was the flag of his homeland. But soon the sock's weight threw off his balance and he started falling backward. He refused to drop the sock and so he fell straight into the ground. The sacrifices he made for that sock, just... it was inspiring. And also hilarious.

He has now collected a few socks in his favorite spot under my bed, where he just sort of stares at them and admires them for their softness and cuddliness.

So open your eyes and mark down for recognition
All your twisted thoughts that led to this decision.
Now salvage.

Song: "Hands Up Baby" by Camera Obscura. A dark and haunting duet detailing a pretty dysfunctional relationship. It's intriguing to listen to the vocal tradeoff as they each sing their side of the story.

Day 144: Feet


I'm not a huge fan of feet. I don't know why I don't like feet. Maybe it's because I feel superior to feet. I plod along on them and smash them into the sidewalk everyday. It's like Hey feet, get on my level, you know? I don't get good circulation in my feet (or my hands for that matter), so my feet are always cold. Means I wear a lot of socks. Socks are also useful for covering feet up, because they're gross. If we had socks for our hands they would be called mittens. Nobody wears mittens. Or what about shoes for our hands? I think those are called gloves, except gloves don't have laces. Then again, not all shoes have laces anymore... everyone wears sandals nowadays. I used to not wear sandals. I didn't like to give my feet the satisfaction of being seen in public.

Who decided that we would measure length in feet? It had to have been an American because we're the only country not using the metric system. They don't have feet in the metric system. They have meters. What if we called our feet meters? "Oh man, I broke my meter today. I had to get a cast. It's not so bad. At least my meter is warm now."

It's an undesired symptom
of being told you're wrong
Nobody defends you
and in the end you're not that strong

Song: "Maybe" by Secondhand Serenade. Acoustic/ emo. Recommended if you like The Early November, The Spill Canvas, basically any of those acoustic bands that are really just one guy who refuses to use a solo moniker. Like Rookie of the Year. Or Dashboard Confessional. Geez, there are more of these "bands" than I realized.

Friday, September 10, 2010

Day 143: Dark is the Way, Light is a Place


I wanted to hate this album.

Going into it, I kind of knew not to get my hopes up. It was seemingly apparent after New Surrender that Anberlin wasn't likely to ever top their most tremendous effort, Cities. The band was truly in their element there, and they had never been more self aware. On Cities they knew exactly what they wanted to create, they knew exactly what they were creating, and they put out a completely solid and timely album. The kind that defines a band. When the follow-up came out it was forgettable in comparison, though it still had its bright moments. But I knew going into this new CD that it was possible they could continue falling, never again to reach the level of achievement they had once obtained.

And in my first listen-through, I felt that this was absolutely the case. The songs seemed monotonous, there was a lack of energy (something that could NEVER be said about Anberlin of the past), and the lyrics weren't as edgy or quotable. I wanted to hate them for making this.

But this is the story of how I listened to the album a second time and fell in love with it.

Let's get this out of the way: for the most part, Cities is still their best effort. There will never be the kind of sprawling epic atmosphere found in "Fin", or the raw power in the weightless vocals of "Alexithymia". The ballads, "Unwinding Cable Car" and "Inevitable" still stand as having elements not commonly found in songwriting for this genre, and that Anberlin seemingly won't ever return to. Tonally and sonically, Cities is still their most consistent album.

But Dark is the Way, Light is a Place has its place in the discography. The choruses might be repetitive, but on second listen it's clear that this is for a purpose: so that these words can really sink in. This is the only Anberlin album not to come with any liner notes, so you can't even follow along with the songs if you wanted to. You have to discover the lyrics just by listening and letting them envelop you. The chorus of "Closer" is almost completely dominated by a single word repeated over and over again. On first listen, this seemed lazy. On second listen, it is intentional and powerful. With every assertive delivery of the word you feel the desperation in the command, and you know there's a story there. The vocals overlap and intertwine to create some of the atmosphere present on Cities.

Listening the second time you start to find the story in these songs as a whole. While not the most remarkable tracks on the disc, the early songs give a pretty encouraging and optimistic view of relationships, both of the platonic and romantic varieties. That's where songs like "Take Me", "You Belong Here", and "Impossible" fit in.

But things take a turn, as they always do, and eventually we make our way to "The Art of War". And let me just say, this could quite possibly be one of the best break-up songs ever written. There's such a truth in the words and I don't know how Stephen managed to be so poignant and so simple at the same time. He's one of a handful of lyricists I consciously aspire to and this song is a perfect example of why. This song is instantly quotable and extremely applicable to anyone who writes (or tries to write) about their feelings, whether it be through song, poetry, prose or whatever. "There are songs I'll never write because of you walking out of my life." Yeah. I know.

From there the rest of the album is just undeniably inspired and clearly Stephen knows exactly what he wants to say in these songs. The lyrics have become the main focus for this band and it's not a bad color on them. Following the candidness of "The Art of War," "To the Wolves" seemingly continues the story with its chilling depiction of betrayal. And anyone who can relate here will find something to appreciate in this song. This isn't the abstract songwriting found on earlier releases, nor is it a lighthearted look at relationships and friendships. This is brutal, unabashed honesty set to a relentless soundtrack.

If "To the Wolves" is the middle portion of this chapter in the story, then "Down" is the tragic conclusion. Quite simply, this is the saddest song Anberlin has ever written. It doesn't have the sort of inspired structure that the ballads on Cities had (though you can hear a tiny bit of "Cable Car" in here, to my pleasant surprise), but the acoustic arrangement here is enough to complement the vocals and lyrics. Stephen sounds somewhat detached to start, but grows increasingly more vulnerable and desperate as the song continues. This is the tale of a broken man, betrayed and heartbroken, now a shell of who he used to be. And he knows that everyone around him sees it. And he can only hope that they will stand with him in his darkest hour.

But there's still one more chapter. In the form of "Depraved".

By now you can sense a theme in this album, and the closing song brings it all home. The emotional roller coaster provided by the previous three songs is turned on its head, inverted, and suddenly everything is hopeful and encouraging. "Are you depraved?" he asks. "Are you deceived?" And we know that these are the exact subjects he's been dealing with for the entire album. "Excuses aside," he says, "stop saying 'please.'"

As the drums pound out a pulsating rhythm he leads us in a chant: "You're not a slave, so get off your knees." We are not meant to be held down by our defeats, our failures, our losses. And as the song swirls into a blistering rock anthem, he leaves us with a challenge: "Someone tell me I'm wrong."

The song unexpectedly reaches a half-baked conclusion, and in the final twenty seconds of the album you are left wondering, did it end on the wrong note?

It didn't.

And right now I'm trying
To see you through the very lens you use
But it's still blurry, still blurry

Song: "Down" by Anberlin. I don't know if this song will have the same emotional resonance without the rest of the album's journey backing it up, but we'll see. A soft, sad song that... well, just listen to it.

Day 142: What Went Wrong


This is probably the only time in this project that I'll do this. One picture simply wasn't enough to convey all the information needed to appreciate this event (click it to see a larger version). Matt, AJ and I walk into the kitchen to find this pile of mutated brownie batter and this note explaining the situation. Clearly there were some issues in making these brownies correctly, not least of which being it seems like the batter was mixed right in the glass pan it was cooked in. This theory is reinforced by the still unmixed powder found around the edges of the dish.

What I find interesting is that, despite the admission that these are not brownies but merely chocolate globs of grossness, much of the finished product appears to be missing from the pan. Was it consumed in the vain hope that it was an acquired taste? Or was part of it scooped into the garbage can, before that task was given up on as well?

To the Little Brownie Fairy -
responsible for making our treats safe,
enjoyable
and delicious
- I just ask this:
What happened?

Song: "A Burn or a Shiver" by Edison Glass. This is the definition of indie music. Crashing symbols open the song before fading away to a rich piano melody and the band's intense and recognizable guitar work.

Day 141: The Chills


Another late night medical emergency results in another late night run to Gulf Coast Medical Center. These are always fun, I guess because I've never been the one with the emergency. AJ was having severe pain and swelling in his throat and a bad case of the chills, so he got that checked out.

Pictured is Matt trying to channel some positive energy to AJ through the power of peace.

Matt looks a lot happier than AJ does.

Nobody knows
these quiet things we find
the decisions we destroy.
Here stands progress saying
"release and find me now."

Song: "Catalyst" by Anna Nalick. The waltzy beat is misleading, this is a downer of a song wrapped in violins and minor chords from a slowly plucked acoustic guitar. And of course, the vocals tie it all together. This is the perfect song for sitting quietly in a hospital lobby at 3am. Anna Nalick is one of my favorite singer-songwriters, and this song is a large reason why.

Wednesday, September 8, 2010

Day 140: Sponge on a Stick


The First Annual Labor Day Cook-off went down in Falcon 8 today. I don't really know if it's an annual Labor Day thing. It's probably a weekly "everybody's hungry" thing. Daniel challenged Nico to a cook-off so it was ON. Several of us showed up as judges/food enthusiasts to see who would become the ultimate North Lake Chef.

Daniel served up his chicken and mango habanero sauce with a side of asparagus. But Nico counterattacked with tuna, swordfish, coconut shrimp, and mango salsa.

It was a tie. A delicious, delicious tie.

When we drive
And as we sleep
These things
you do
keep my
beat
When I sigh,
When I die.

Song: "Devil's Haircut" by Beck. Post-grunge garage rock.

Day 139: We May Never Know


This was like the only picture I took today lol, so I'm forced to use it. I don't know why I found it interesting. The bulletin board where I took this is literally right in the hallway of the building, which means not only one, but two people were too lazy to just throw their trash out in whatever dorm they were exiting or entering. We may never find out the real story behind the Denny's cup and the Sprite bottle. But we can imagine.

(If you look closely you'll see that I flipped the image, because the writing on the Denny's cup is backwards. Neat, huh? Huh?! I just discovered this tool.)

(I need to stop taking such lazy pictures.)

You're a shade. a whisper.
A specter in the mind,
a splinter in my side
too deeply hidden by emotion

Song: Feist's demo version of Broken Social Scene's "Lover's Spit". Don't care what you say, this is the definitive version of the song. Don't be confused because Feist covered this song twice. This one's better.

Day 138: The End of a Cycle


Not one of my better pictures. Or blog posts. =/

Can we call this a disaster?
Can we pick the pieces up?
I can't be the only one who's tired

Song: "The Reason" by Hoobastank. Alternative pop/rock.

Sunday, September 5, 2010

Day 137: Albert


This is Albert!!! It's important to note that his name is said with a French accent, so you drop the final "t" sound and you put emphasis on the second syllable. This is important because all my grow animals have been named to reflect their foreign descent. Albert the Octopus is French, Raul the Snake is a Spaniard, and Whale the Whale is Polynesian.

We put him in the fish tank that we pawned from some old lady in Naples, because, why not? It's where he belongs. He already seems so at home there.

The kid on the packaging looked so happy holding his fully grown octopus. I can only hope I can feel such joy when Albert grows up to be a beautiful sea creature.

And after all of this
I'm still not sure it ever mattered -
We were lost and lonely.
We were selfish.

Song: "Tell Me I'm a Wreck" by Every Avenue. Catchy pop-rock.

Day 136: Blametown


One of my biggest peeves is when people blame others for their mistakes. I think we all do it a little bit, sometimes subconsciously. We don't want to admit that something might just be our fault. But some people will chronically fall victim to this, never taking responsibility or realizing that they may be the ones who are doing things wrong. It ends up hurting everyone. No bueno.

Like I said, I'm sure I've done it before. Sometimes it really sucks to be the one at fault. But it's the sign of a mature person when you can admit that you've made a mistake and take the necessary steps to set everything right.

It also helps you assess your own personality and character faults and helps you work on them. So that's cool. Kinda like a bonus.

I wish I could deal with guilt like you
Then I'd never feel bad for all these things I've done

Song: "Lacrymosa" by Evanescence. Gothic rock. Heavy use of orchestral strings in this song, mixed with swirling electric riffs and haunting choral chants. Thematically it's relevant to the blog post. It's inspired by and and based on Mozart's Requiem. It's a really cool and intelligent song from a band not always known for their songwriting. Definitely a highlight of their career.

Day 135: They Walked Along the Walls. It Was Strange Enough to Cause an Issue.


Lately I've been listening to some of my old music. Just stuff I haven't really heard in a while. It's cool how memories can attach themselves to melodies. There are songs that I can listen to and they can bring back thoughts of happiness, nostalgia, comfort. Those are really cool things to feel, and the music takes me back directly to those moments that I associate it with, for whatever reason. On the other side of the coin, maybe a song can remind me of something sad, or otherwise notgood. And you know what, that's kind of cool too. Can't forget the things that ended, the things that went wrong, or my moments of weakness. All the things that helped to make me strong.

Tonight however things have changed
And we are not the same as before.
And we will never be the same.

Song: "Cute Without the E" by Taking Back Sunday. Pop-punk-emo.

Tuesday, August 31, 2010

Day 134: The Defining Moments


See, I told you the dorm would come together eventually!

In class today we talked about the defining moments in our lives. It's a memoir writing class so we're allowed to talk about stuff like this. It definitely got me thinking, which I assume was the point. What do we consider defining moments? Do they have to be big events like getting married, having a baby? I would say no, it's not restricted to that. I should hope so, because I haven't gotten married or had any kids. I think it can be the tiniest thing that had a large impact on us, and maybe it slowly but surely changed the way we react to the world around us.

I might well be in the middle of a defining moment right now. Circumstances and obstacles are being thrown my way, there's a whole lot of challenges that I have to overcome. There's a lot of character building and self discovery going on right now. I'm trying to look inside myself and figure out why things are the way they are. And maybe I can change them. That's the kind of power we have, if we allow ourselves the right.

You could even say that starting this 365 project was a defining moment for me. I committed myself to something, an entire year of creating pictures, memories, and poems. It's an arduous thing at times, and with every day it seems to become more and more a difficult and draining task. But I'm still sticking through it, for myself more than anyone else. And I begin to look at the world in different ways. Writing the poems forces me to think about who has really impacted my life, and what kind of things I'd like to say to them with a hint of reverse anonymity. It's freeing and constraining all at once. But I really feel like I'm pushing myself in a good direction with this project. Whatever the case I'll certainly have a lot of pictures by the end.

And with that, goodbye August. See you in eleven months.

Left with nothing but time and silence
Alone we contemplate.
Will that time be wisely used or wasted?
We wait.

Song: "Glycerine" by Bush. We live in a wheel where everyone steals. Post-grunge, drumless song perfect for dark, rainy nights of contemplation.

Day 133: Feel the Savagery, the Utter Savagery


This is (hopefully) the first in a series of pictures of people playing instruments shirtless. Here we've got Jesse and a ukulele! I took a video of him, too, and he was all into it until he started messing up. Then he realized he didn't wanna be on video anymore.

Practice makes perfect, man.

The dorm's coming together a little bit now. We've got the TV, the table, the beanbag chair, some wall decorations... and then boxes and things thrown into any corner that they'll fit in and yeah it's still a bit of a mess. Hopefully in a few weeks we'll get around to actually putting it together.

Woke up early today to finish the homework that was due. This was surprisingly chill. I'm no morning person, but their was something nice about waking up early with a purpose. Usually if I wake up too early before my first class I don't know what to do with myself, so I just go back to sleep. It was nice to wake up and have something to do, eat some breakfast, and run along to AB3. It's a startling combination of procrastination and responsibility, perhaps something I can continue to practice and perfect in the near future.

In this life there's the winners and the losers
The victims and the takers
But you're trying to be both

Song: "Little Lies" by Dave Barnes. Pop, singer-songwriter. Jesse should learn this on the uke. Thanks Rabia for sharing this one with me!

Day 132: Everything That Rises Must Converge


Lame picture, I know. What can ya do. Bonus points for anyone who can tell me what exactly it is!

Today I spent some time writing all of the blogs that I was behind on. Lol. And now here I am, behind again. I've found it very difficult to maintain a good schedule for these ever since I got back to school, but I should have a little bit more free time in the coming days so these posts should be more frequent. HOPEFULLY.

None of this has fault you say
Just a product of us being human.
Make no mistake
This is betrayal.

Song: "Over: by Sugarcult. From the glory days of pop-punk, when it was awesome and oh so applicable.

Sunday, August 29, 2010

Day 131: Ambushed!


Talk about a beach day gone horribly wrong.

Jake, Jenn, Dana, Emma, Caitlin and I all went to Bonita Beach for a beach day. Packed a nice lunch, got our suntan on, brought some floaty thingies.

We're not in the water even ten minutes before disaster strikes. We're joking around when suddenly Emma starts saying "Ow, ow, ow." She comes toward the rest of the group, a smile on her face. "Paiiiiiiiin," she says, still smiling. I laugh and tell her to stop faking it. "Jellyfish..." she says between gasping breaths, "jellyfish... stung me... owwwwww."

Eventually it became clear that she wasn't faking. A panic started slowly spreading among us, and soon we were all darting toward the shore. We spread out as we swam, so surely some of us would get through the water unscathed, right?

I was the next one to get stung. I felt a tingling sensation in my left arm as something wrapped around, a small electric shock. All of a sudden that small tingling turned to OH MY GOD I THINK I MIGHT DIE. My arm became useless as an intense burning pain ran through it, so I kinda just sat on the water like a lame duck, too consumed by the pain.

Dana had been right next to me and kept yelling at me, "Swim faster!" Eventually she gave up on me and swam past me. Karma would catch up to her though, she was the next to be stung. I look to my left and Jake is pretty much just swimming in circles like a chicken with his head cut off, right in the middle of the jellyfish sting juice. He's just spinning around screaming in pain as he gets stung on all sides. It's the funniest and most horrifying thing I have seen in some time. I use my good arm to slowly and pathetically get to shore, and finally we all arrive on the sand, but it's too late. The damage has been done. We've all been badly stung, except for Jenn, who somehow manages to avoid even the smallest sting.

On the shore we run into other victims of the jellyfish epidemic. We exchange war stories, and then we're told that rubbing wet sand all over the stings will help dull the pain. So we did just that. A bunch of college kids rubbing sand all over each other and screaming like crazy. We must have been quite a sight. And also a good indication that no one else should go in the water, lest they share a similar fate.

That's probably the last beach day for a while.

Underneath my skin you crawl
Spread your toxic poison
And even with the sand
we cannot wholly escape your clutch

Song: "I Woke Up Near the Sea" by Lydia. Pretty applicable song, all things considered.

Day 130: Dry Bones


I'm not a video game person... but Mario Party is just way too much fun. It's like playing a board game and a video game at the same time. Yeah that's basically what it is. And you get to be Mario characters and listen to them make weird noises as they jump around the board and get hit by darts and eat candy and... how is this not a more popular social event??? You can't play this game and not have fun. Although some of the mini-games are stupid. Rowing a two-man canoe? Washing a car? These are not fun things. Doing them in a video game doesn't make them any more fun. Those are rare occurrences though. Usually you're flying planes with balloon engines or trying to kill people with a jumprope.

I was in first place, but then in the last round someone bought all my hotels and stole all my stars, and not even my vampire candy could save me.

Look at that last sentence and tell me you don't want to play this game.

Um yeah other than that I didn't do much today.

As the world falls
down
into chaos and despair
We will still be reaping all
the seeds we've sewn together

Song: "Brick by Boring Brick" by Paramore off of brand new eyes. I'll be honest, I don't find Paramore's newest album nearly as refreshing and exciting as most people seem to. The catchy hooks aren't there, the really heartfelt lyrics are missing... it's just not as cohesive and inspired as their other work. Riot! was at least a consistent release, with lots of good songs and a variety of sounds. All We Know is Falling wasn't nearly as consistent or daring (it was their first album after all), but the songs that were good on there were REALLY good, some of the best that the band has ever put out. brand new eyes cannot boast either of these things. This song, however, is a pretty solid track, with some clever lyrics, energetic vocals, and a pretty good chorus.

Day 129: Swantelope


I guess that, after the railroad tracks picture on Day 100, this is the second most illegal pic I've taken for the blog. Apparently it is illegal to photograph MYSTICAL CREATURES SUCH AS THE ONE PICTURED ABOVE.

There was an art gallery exhibit on campus today that a friend suggested we go to. I wasn't all that thrilled at the idea until I heard about the free food being served. Free food will make the most unappealing of ideas suddenly become not only bearable, but downright intriguing. What kind of food would they have, I wondered. What kind of service, will it be buffet style? Chicken wings? Chicken wings?!?

It was fruits and vegetables and one lonely bread table that got gobbled up within minutes. That is to say the food was not that great. BUT, in an unexpected turn of events, the art exhibit was actually pretty cool. Pictured above is one of the pieces, of which there were at least five all following the same theme. Create fantastical creatures out of the stuffed remains of actual existing animals. This one was by far the coolest out of the set, though that's not to say they all weren't pretty freaking ingenious. And it kind of makes you wonder why there's NOT an animal with a pair of swan heads, the body of a coyote, and the hooves of an antelope.

It kinda reminds me of bearsharktopus, which is totally a real animal.

Anyways they said no photography but I thought for the sake of this blog I would bend that rule, because this was too cool of a sighting not to take a pic of it. I probably should have written down the artist's name so I could give him a shout out and make this semi-legit, but alas I did not. Fail.

For unto whatever truth you may not yet believe
You know that sadness births the most inspired sort of craft

Song: "Dust in the Devil's Snow" by Hammock, off their new album Chasing After Shadows... Living With the Ghosts. Really ambient post-rock instrumental. I've posted a few post-rock songs on here before. Explosions in the Sky usually gets all the praise when it comes to bands like this, and I've featured them here, but I have to say Hammock does what they do better. This is really enchanting music, all but transporting the listener to a world scored to these epic soundscapes. I can see swantelopes prancing around in some sunlit meadow as this song, and the band's other songs, play in the background. So yeah. Listen. It takes a minute or so for the song to build up, but it's worth the wait.

Saturday, August 28, 2010

Day 128: I've Mined the Graveyard of Unpublished Poems


More moody outdoorsy pics!

Before we were we
We were somebody elses
Before we even knew
We were nobody's guesses
And we could soar.

Song: "Dirty Cartoons" by Menomena. Moody indie rock.

Friday, August 27, 2010

Day 127: The Long Haul


I feel like I live in AB3. I think I've had a class there every semester that I've been in Fort Myers (just like I've had a class in the library every semester... what up wit dat?). But it's never been this bad. This semester, I have two classes in a row in AB3. Not only that, but the classes are in the exact same CLASSROOM. I'm in room 107 for four and a half hours on Tuesdays. =(

For comparison, the only time I've ever even been in Ben Hill Griffin Hall is when I stopped in there to go to the bathroom. Why can't I get some classes in there sometimes? Yeesh.

The boardwalk into the North Lake Ghetto is a pretty chill place, one of the main reasons I actually enjoy walking to and from my classes on campus. The other reason being those shuttles are PACKED. And unreliable. You could wait around for ten minutes before the first shuttle comes by, and you finally get on it and it's standing room only, if that. Not worth it. I'll pop in my earphones and listen to some tunes while I enjoy a few minutes alone on that relaxing walk.

Oh, also... I meant to put this with yesterday's blog but it totally slipped my mind. There's a poem that I was recently introduced to, which inspired the blog title for yesterday. I recommend you read it, it won't take long. "Come to the Edge" by Christopher Logue (though it's often misattributed to Guillaume Apollinaire).

Now for my poem, which absolutely pales in comparison (and is limited to only 20 words):

Words on a page don't mean a thing
No passion behind the things you say
And your clever little lines

Song: "All the Right Moves" by OneRepublic. Piano and electronic-laden pop.

Day 126: Revolution


There goes my outdoorsy theme, lol. Today was the first day of classes. Excitement! I'm really looking forward to this semester, I've got a few interesting classes and I think I've got some of the best professors the school has to offer.

We were told there was free food in Alico Arena. We were not told the whole truth. To get to the free food, you had to sit through an entire pep rally, aimed at the incoming freshmen. We were told time and time again how the class of 2014 was the beginning of a revolution, and how the future of the school was in their hands, and we were counting on them to start having school spirit, and blah blah blah omg I want my food.

An hour later I finally got it.

It was pretty good.

The only thing we ever needed
To say before we parted
Know the words
I'm sorry
Where it starts

Song: "The Kids Aren't Alright" by The Offspring. One of the greatest punk bands of all time, and one of their most popular songs.

Day 125: And They Flew


I'm trying to get a theme of outdoorsy pictures for the first week or so back. FGCU is a a pretty diverse place in terms of what you can see around campus. The lake at housing, the woodlands surrounding the school, the swamps during the summer and fall. You can see plenty of cool stuff around here and I'm forever trying to capture it with my camera. This wasn't the first time I went butterfly stalking. On Day 6 of the blog I got pretty close to a few orange-winged butterflies, but I could never get quite close enough to make a good picture of it. While walking along the shore of the lake, however, I spotted this little guy among the reeds. Surprisingly, he let me get close enough with my camera to get some really clear images from a variety of angles.

Waiting for the last retreat
The last regret
The last repeat
And all you'll find is distance from the dawn

Song: "Blow Away" by A Fine Frenzy. Alternative pop. This is one of the few times I'll say this: if you like this song by her, you'll probably like all of her songs. I found it difficult to choose just one to spotlight on the blog. One Cell In the Sea is a better effort than her new album in my opinion, but you'd be hard pressed to find a bad song by this singer-songwriter. She plays predominantly mid-tempo piano songs, however, "Blow Away" is an upbeat catchy, fun summer song.

Thursday, August 26, 2010

Day 124: The Shipment


Woke up and enjoyed the view from the new dorm. This picture is obviously a recreation of the very first picture I took for this blog. Wow, a lot has changed in the 123 days since I took that first pic. But the view hasn't, and it's still great. Much better than the parking lot view that we had last year in Building Q. I snapped the picture as soon as I woke up and then set about the main business for a day. Getting a table for the living room.

My roommates and I had been discussing the possibility of getting a table for a while. Last year we had a small coffee table that one of the other kids brought, but we didn't have that this year. So we did what any sensible, poor college students would do: we checked craigslist.

Turned out there were two viable options for cheap coffee tables. One was completely free: if we got there before anyone else, the furniture was ours. Another one had a $20 price tag, but it was a nicer looking table and had wheels for easy mobility, and it had some sweet storage options. We decided to check out the free one first, because, like, why not? Even if we ended up getting the $20 table, we'd have the free one that we could maybe give to our friends or sell to someone else to make a quick profit. We looked up the address for the free one: there was no city, no zipcode, just a street name and the number of the house. We googled it to the best of our ability and saw that it was in Cape Coral. The $20 table didn't have an address, just a phone number located in Naples.

We were on our way to Cape Coral!

Forty minutes later, we're driving around the community where this address is supposedly located, but conspicuously enough the house numbers skip JUST past the one where this guy is supposed to live. We roll around asking the natives, and none of them seem to have a clue, though they're all nice enough to try anyways. Eventually we run into an educated woman who lets us know that Naples and Cape Coral have extremely similar addresses, and we're probably looking for the one in Naples.

Why couldn't the craigslist guy just write down what city he was in >.<

Now we're headed for Naples, having gone an hour out of our way. At this point we call the number for the $20 table since we're headed that way anyway, but she tells us that the table has already been sold. We were expecting to come out of this with two tables, and now we're potentially looking at zero. Still, we haven't given up hope. We drive toward the new address.

We get there and it's this sketchy road sparsely decorated by the occasional house. The address we have is to a small one-story house with a long driveway, no cars parked out front. We knock on the front door, ring the doorbell, etc. Nothing. We peak inside the house, there's absolutely nothing in there, it's completely barren. However, from the window we can see all the way out onto the back porch, where sits, in complete solitude, a kitchen table. A beaten up, raggedy looking table. Not exactly what the ad said, it looked nothing like a coffee table, but there it was. Just sitting out there.

We waited around for a little bit, still trying the doorbell and knocking to no avail. Finally we agree that the place has been abandoned, the table is unwanted, and it's sitting there expressly for us to take it. And after going over an hour out of our way, not to mention the drive back and forth from Naples, we weren't leaving this trip emptyhanded. So we went out to the back porch which was unlocked, picked the table up, and carried it off to the car.

It actually doesn't look too bad in our living room.

I can't show the world to you
Not my world, not this time
It's like a secret told too soon

Song: "Kids" by MGMT. One of the best driving songs ever. A really refreshing and upbeat song. Gets you going in the morning. Electronic indie.