Here I am laying on my bed on a heaven sent Sunday afternoon. The snow has been descending from the sky for almost two hours and though my mother has sent me to my room to clean it. I find myself doing nothing. My blinds are up and I am just staring at the snow in complete awe. Georgia weather is often seen as the butt of many meteorological jokes. It is unpredictable and more often than nought an inconvenience. When it should be perfect picnic weather it rains hard. When it is supposed to be freezing cold and you bundle for a blizzard; it is desert hot.
Anyways, I just look at the snow and am once again totally assured there is a God. I know no one could ever fathom beauty as surreal as nature. That when two currents collide the can either create something as destructive as a tornado or as serene as snow. That there is really no explanation to the purpose of snow, but to think that it possibly snowed because someone prayed for it or maybe God just wanted to see someone smile or maybe God knew if it snowed I might write this blog that is saying how totally freaking awesome He is. I dunno. I mean that is one of the many things that blows my finite mind to smithereens. That He is infinity. He encompasses everything good. It is crazy and illogical, but He operates above humanistic logic. Sometime when I think things like this I feel like I am on an really good acid trip.......I would not really know that though.....ha ha ha
Purposeful Posting,
Tosin
Sunday, March 1, 2009
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
The Guide to Spotting the Homo Sapien in Its Natural Habitat and Making Inferences on Who and What They Are (aka People Watching)
God bless GSU. Some people hate that school with an utter passion--cough cough my HIST 2010 teacher, but I love it. I mean where else on earth will you find homeless people wondering across campus, an old man smoking weed, females who walk around in the dead of winter half clothed, and then on top of all of that get charged an arm, leg, kidney, and left lung for books and other living expenses. No where else on the planet, I'll say.
I mean people constantly complain and groan about how there is nothing cheap to do in Atlanta and I am just awe. Cause honestly there is a ton to do for pretty cheap. You can go to Cinifest...for free. You can join a club. You can get a job (which is a bit tougher now because of the whole recession). Or perhaps you can do one of my most coveted and adored pastimes, PEOPLE WATCH!
Okay so today while waiting for Joel to arrive so I could return his book to him, I decided to sit in the Library Plaza and read. BAD IDEA! Because you really can't get a lot of reading done with people wondering around, crashing into each other and shouting out from across the campus, "'Ey! Playa, what up, folk!" or some other phrase of the like. So I decided to people watch and make up stories about their lived and let me say it kept me pretty entertain for a whole entire hour.
So here is what I am going to do. I am going to give people fake names and a fake description of them. Then in parenthesis I will explain how I got to that conclusion.
Here is the story of Leroy Biggums. Leroy is a man who is old in age. He is probably sixty seven. He is a devious man though. Never quite found a way to stay out of trouble. He jokes around and tells his friends, "Look may'ne. It ain't never been 'bout me stayin' outa trouble. It' 'bout trouble not catchin' my black ass." In which all his friend with muffled laughter, "Ain't that the damn truth." Oh yes, Leroy Biggums, kind soul...when you get to know him. Underneath all that pride of his rebellion he is truthfully ashamed for not changing. He has lost something because he couldn't give up a habit and now he sits alone everyday in the Library Plaza at 2:40PM hoping something just might change. (I got all of that from this: I got up to move to a chair and I saw this old man smoking. I looked at him and gave him a respectful nod and he suspiciously nods back and hides whatever he is smoking. I then realize he his smoking marijuana and looks at me with the saddest of a face. I shrug my shoulders at him and smile, because today I realized was not a day for me to judge.)
Ashley Pierce is pretty. She shops at American Eagle, Hollister, and Ralph Lauren. She was born into a prosperous family and a rich community. Ashley--who prefers to be called Ash--is beautiful, funny, well spoken and was unfortunately labeled as the "Oreo chick" black on the outside white on the inside. This hideous label has followed her throughout all of high school especially when she was redistricted to go to a urban school. On the first day of sophomore when the teacher asked her to introduce herself she stood up with the brightest of faces, "Good morning everyone. My name is Ashley Pierce I came from Whitewood High. I am excited to be here and meet new people though." The moment she sat down the class was in an uproar including the teacher. Paper hurled its way from her classmates hands to the back of her head. "Looks like we got ourselves an oreo", a boy said. That is when it all started. Three years later it seemed to have followed her to GSU. It is not as bad when she is with friends, but when she is alone it is hell. (I got all of this from a girl who sat next to me and in the most proper voice she said, "Good afternoon this is ...whatever her name was...may I speak with Dylan." There were these two ethnic girls sitting in close proximity to her the glanced to make sure she was black and started snickering at her.)
My last story is about a girl named Olu Ande. At first glance you would think she was a loner. That she had no friends at all and spent her time enveloped in some book to escape the confines of her desperate situation, but if you look longer and harder you can tell she is just using the book as a rouse. She is actually people watching. She thinks she is such a rouge, but every so often you can hear a chuckle passing through her lips. It mean she has just concluded one of her outlandish stories. She hides behind her aggression, because it is easier and safer than being kind. She is truly a diamond in the rough. She has once loved, but it seemes that love dressed her like a clown. Surrounded by rock it takes a lot to get through without damaging her, but whenever you get there it will totally be worth it. (If I have to explain this you are a dill-weed.)
Post-in,
Tosin
I mean people constantly complain and groan about how there is nothing cheap to do in Atlanta and I am just awe. Cause honestly there is a ton to do for pretty cheap. You can go to Cinifest...for free. You can join a club. You can get a job (which is a bit tougher now because of the whole recession). Or perhaps you can do one of my most coveted and adored pastimes, PEOPLE WATCH!
Okay so today while waiting for Joel to arrive so I could return his book to him, I decided to sit in the Library Plaza and read. BAD IDEA! Because you really can't get a lot of reading done with people wondering around, crashing into each other and shouting out from across the campus, "'Ey! Playa, what up, folk!" or some other phrase of the like. So I decided to people watch and make up stories about their lived and let me say it kept me pretty entertain for a whole entire hour.
So here is what I am going to do. I am going to give people fake names and a fake description of them. Then in parenthesis I will explain how I got to that conclusion.
Here is the story of Leroy Biggums. Leroy is a man who is old in age. He is probably sixty seven. He is a devious man though. Never quite found a way to stay out of trouble. He jokes around and tells his friends, "Look may'ne. It ain't never been 'bout me stayin' outa trouble. It' 'bout trouble not catchin' my black ass." In which all his friend with muffled laughter, "Ain't that the damn truth." Oh yes, Leroy Biggums, kind soul...when you get to know him. Underneath all that pride of his rebellion he is truthfully ashamed for not changing. He has lost something because he couldn't give up a habit and now he sits alone everyday in the Library Plaza at 2:40PM hoping something just might change. (I got all of that from this: I got up to move to a chair and I saw this old man smoking. I looked at him and gave him a respectful nod and he suspiciously nods back and hides whatever he is smoking. I then realize he his smoking marijuana and looks at me with the saddest of a face. I shrug my shoulders at him and smile, because today I realized was not a day for me to judge.)
Ashley Pierce is pretty. She shops at American Eagle, Hollister, and Ralph Lauren. She was born into a prosperous family and a rich community. Ashley--who prefers to be called Ash--is beautiful, funny, well spoken and was unfortunately labeled as the "Oreo chick" black on the outside white on the inside. This hideous label has followed her throughout all of high school especially when she was redistricted to go to a urban school. On the first day of sophomore when the teacher asked her to introduce herself she stood up with the brightest of faces, "Good morning everyone. My name is Ashley Pierce I came from Whitewood High. I am excited to be here and meet new people though." The moment she sat down the class was in an uproar including the teacher. Paper hurled its way from her classmates hands to the back of her head. "Looks like we got ourselves an oreo", a boy said. That is when it all started. Three years later it seemed to have followed her to GSU. It is not as bad when she is with friends, but when she is alone it is hell. (I got all of this from a girl who sat next to me and in the most proper voice she said, "Good afternoon this is ...whatever her name was...may I speak with Dylan." There were these two ethnic girls sitting in close proximity to her the glanced to make sure she was black and started snickering at her.)
My last story is about a girl named Olu Ande. At first glance you would think she was a loner. That she had no friends at all and spent her time enveloped in some book to escape the confines of her desperate situation, but if you look longer and harder you can tell she is just using the book as a rouse. She is actually people watching. She thinks she is such a rouge, but every so often you can hear a chuckle passing through her lips. It mean she has just concluded one of her outlandish stories. She hides behind her aggression, because it is easier and safer than being kind. She is truly a diamond in the rough. She has once loved, but it seemes that love dressed her like a clown. Surrounded by rock it takes a lot to get through without damaging her, but whenever you get there it will totally be worth it. (If I have to explain this you are a dill-weed.)
Post-in,
Tosin
Monday, February 23, 2009
Before I start this blog, I watched the Cool As Ice link and was cracking up. I had never even heard of that movie then I saw Vanilla Ice and knew it would be ridiculous. In three minutes you could tell the whole entire story of it. Now to return to your regular programming.
I enjoy movies in general. Usually, I am pretty game to watch anything. I am actually going to talk about three movies I love. They are technically not my favorite, but they are definitely on my top fifty.
The first movie I am going to talk about is called Malena. I truly just enjoy the point of view used in this movie. Yes, a little boy is telling a story about war times, but it is also the story of a woman who has no hope.
Not to touch to much on the dialogue, but it is amazing how the main character, Malena, has very few lines. In fact the majority of this movie is based on what the little boy is telling us. All people really see of Malena is her actions.
Another aspect I love of Malena is the musical score. Because Malena does so little talking the music does it for her. It is all instruments, but you feel disheartened, depressed, and worthless. Here is an example Malena
Overall Malena is a story of sorrow and reproach.
My second movie where every single time I watch it I am in awe is Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon. Whoever choreographed those fight scenes is a genius. The fight sequences never looked choreographed, but they somehow had this flow that seems so natural like doing a waltz. So I LOATHE how they dubbed this in English (personally I think foreign films should remain in their native tongue and Americans should suck it up and learn to read subtitles), but here is my favorite fight scene in CT,HD. I am aware that harnesses were used for all those stunts, but it is just so natural.
In addition to the great fight scenes who ever Ang Lee hired to be the camera person kudos. Some of the crazy angles they had were ridiculous. Especially with all the scenes they had with people in the air.
Lastly I like the dynamics between the four main characters. Yu Shu Lein (Michelle Yeoh) is a free liberated and moral woman. Jen Yu (Ziyi Zhang) is born into this royal family where traditions are forced upon her leading to rebellion. Yet some how it is easy to see that between there differences they are more alike than people first see. Moving on to the men, Li Mu Bai (Chow Yun-Fat) has chosen the life of a moral monk vowing not to marry, by choice of occupation. Lo (Chang Chen) is a rebel who goes around with his men plundering people who venture into the desert. Sadly though Lo is a kind and playful spirit he is forced into a life without a mate, by choice of lifestyle.
CTHD is such a concrete movie, yet so abstract. Love it.
Y Tú Mama Tambien is my final movie. The title roughly translated to "And Your Mother Also". I must say this movie is not meant for the family and is definitely NOT a movie you watch with your parents. I love this movie, because of how totally messed up and convoluted it is. Some of the scenes are pretty disturbing, not much in a sense of violence going on, but just how vulgar it is. The entire movie is messed up, and it wasn't until the third time I watched it is realized I loved the movie, because it was so messed up. Feel free to youtube that one yourself, but it would be better to watch the movie in its entirety.
Worthy Mentions
Bella
O Brother Where Art Thou--the soundtrack to this movie is awesome.
Amadeus
Posty Posty,
Tosin
I enjoy movies in general. Usually, I am pretty game to watch anything. I am actually going to talk about three movies I love. They are technically not my favorite, but they are definitely on my top fifty.
The first movie I am going to talk about is called Malena. I truly just enjoy the point of view used in this movie. Yes, a little boy is telling a story about war times, but it is also the story of a woman who has no hope.
Not to touch to much on the dialogue, but it is amazing how the main character, Malena, has very few lines. In fact the majority of this movie is based on what the little boy is telling us. All people really see of Malena is her actions.
Another aspect I love of Malena is the musical score. Because Malena does so little talking the music does it for her. It is all instruments, but you feel disheartened, depressed, and worthless. Here is an example Malena
Overall Malena is a story of sorrow and reproach.
My second movie where every single time I watch it I am in awe is Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon. Whoever choreographed those fight scenes is a genius. The fight sequences never looked choreographed, but they somehow had this flow that seems so natural like doing a waltz. So I LOATHE how they dubbed this in English (personally I think foreign films should remain in their native tongue and Americans should suck it up and learn to read subtitles), but here is my favorite fight scene in CT,HD. I am aware that harnesses were used for all those stunts, but it is just so natural.
In addition to the great fight scenes who ever Ang Lee hired to be the camera person kudos. Some of the crazy angles they had were ridiculous. Especially with all the scenes they had with people in the air.
Lastly I like the dynamics between the four main characters. Yu Shu Lein (Michelle Yeoh) is a free liberated and moral woman. Jen Yu (Ziyi Zhang) is born into this royal family where traditions are forced upon her leading to rebellion. Yet some how it is easy to see that between there differences they are more alike than people first see. Moving on to the men, Li Mu Bai (Chow Yun-Fat) has chosen the life of a moral monk vowing not to marry, by choice of occupation. Lo (Chang Chen) is a rebel who goes around with his men plundering people who venture into the desert. Sadly though Lo is a kind and playful spirit he is forced into a life without a mate, by choice of lifestyle.
CTHD is such a concrete movie, yet so abstract. Love it.
Y Tú Mama Tambien is my final movie. The title roughly translated to "And Your Mother Also". I must say this movie is not meant for the family and is definitely NOT a movie you watch with your parents. I love this movie, because of how totally messed up and convoluted it is. Some of the scenes are pretty disturbing, not much in a sense of violence going on, but just how vulgar it is. The entire movie is messed up, and it wasn't until the third time I watched it is realized I loved the movie, because it was so messed up. Feel free to youtube that one yourself, but it would be better to watch the movie in its entirety.
Worthy Mentions
Bella
O Brother Where Art Thou--the soundtrack to this movie is awesome.
Amadeus
Posty Posty,
Tosin
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
Anticipation for My Vocation
It is funny that you should post this topic, seeing that I have no clue on what I want to be. I want to be a psychologist, a singer, a dancer, a mother, an actress, a writer , a professional blogger, a superhero, a counsellor, a great person, a musician, a special person.
I know I cannot be all those things or maybe I can.
First and foremost, I want to be a mother. I want to be a mother--so badly. It is almost funny in a sense because people always want what they can't have. I want kids. Doctors tell me I can't have them. I mean it is not like I am trying now--I'm a big proponent of abstinence--but since I was a child, I have wanted children. I have faith and believe in miracles, but my most realistic dream job would to be a mom.
Okay, enough with the sappy stuff and onto the more fun and heartwarming part of the blog.
My primary dream job would to be a singer. Most people will never hear me sing, but I love to do it. I write my own songs all the time and record them on my phone--high tech. I would want to be a soul singer. Maybe something like Dorothy Moore or Etta James. It is not even that I sound like them, but songs like Misty Blue...they just make you cry. I mean what else can you really do. The songs are just a sad soul lamenting over a lost love. I just love it, but even if I did sing songs like that it wouldn't be accepted, because music is slowly fading into obscurity. Well at least in the lyrical and musical aspect. Music is just trendy nowadays. It is almost like music just keeps getting repackaged and diluted, like orange juice. Or song like I Betcha Didn't Know That, it makes you want to be with someone you love, and just love on them, and remind them how special they are to you. It is just so lovely. Then there are people like Betty Wright and her song "Clean Up Woman". Love it. Then there are men like Bill Withers who sang, "Ain't No Sunshine When She's Gone". Oh man, where has music gone? I would love for if only a year, just to sing like them. I truly think my life would be made a little bit more complete. Then Lenny William's "Cause I Love You" seven pure minutes of a man just bearing his soul. I mean not that I don't like some new stuff, but the 1970's had some heart-bearing, eye-crying, baby-making music. So my ideal job would just be to sing like them.
My secondary dream job would be to model for Torrid, Lane Bryant, or Ashley Stewart. All three stores are plus size stores with the best clothes in the world. Now most people give anyone over a size 14 the title of just a fatty who doesn't care how they look. Now I would want to do this for two reasons: 1) I love modeling 2)I rock at modeling. I know I would just enjoy the lifestyle.
My final dream occupation would to be a college English teacher. Who teaches freshman in English 1102...no just kidding. I would actually like to be an ambassador, preferably to Spain or Greece or Australia. I love interacting with different cultures. I know that as of now I have tons to learn about class and being dignified, but for an eighteen year old I do good.
Well, I know time is running our for me to choose what I want to do, but know this whatever I decide to do. I WILL ROCK AT IT!
Passionate for Posting,
Tosin
I know I cannot be all those things or maybe I can.
First and foremost, I want to be a mother. I want to be a mother--so badly. It is almost funny in a sense because people always want what they can't have. I want kids. Doctors tell me I can't have them. I mean it is not like I am trying now--I'm a big proponent of abstinence--but since I was a child, I have wanted children. I have faith and believe in miracles, but my most realistic dream job would to be a mom.
Okay, enough with the sappy stuff and onto the more fun and heartwarming part of the blog.
My primary dream job would to be a singer. Most people will never hear me sing, but I love to do it. I write my own songs all the time and record them on my phone--high tech. I would want to be a soul singer. Maybe something like Dorothy Moore or Etta James. It is not even that I sound like them, but songs like Misty Blue...they just make you cry. I mean what else can you really do. The songs are just a sad soul lamenting over a lost love. I just love it, but even if I did sing songs like that it wouldn't be accepted, because music is slowly fading into obscurity. Well at least in the lyrical and musical aspect. Music is just trendy nowadays. It is almost like music just keeps getting repackaged and diluted, like orange juice. Or song like I Betcha Didn't Know That, it makes you want to be with someone you love, and just love on them, and remind them how special they are to you. It is just so lovely. Then there are people like Betty Wright and her song "Clean Up Woman". Love it. Then there are men like Bill Withers who sang, "Ain't No Sunshine When She's Gone". Oh man, where has music gone? I would love for if only a year, just to sing like them. I truly think my life would be made a little bit more complete. Then Lenny William's "Cause I Love You" seven pure minutes of a man just bearing his soul. I mean not that I don't like some new stuff, but the 1970's had some heart-bearing, eye-crying, baby-making music. So my ideal job would just be to sing like them.
My secondary dream job would be to model for Torrid, Lane Bryant, or Ashley Stewart. All three stores are plus size stores with the best clothes in the world. Now most people give anyone over a size 14 the title of just a fatty who doesn't care how they look. Now I would want to do this for two reasons: 1) I love modeling 2)I rock at modeling. I know I would just enjoy the lifestyle.
My final dream occupation would to be a college English teacher. Who teaches freshman in English 1102...no just kidding. I would actually like to be an ambassador, preferably to Spain or Greece or Australia. I love interacting with different cultures. I know that as of now I have tons to learn about class and being dignified, but for an eighteen year old I do good.
Well, I know time is running our for me to choose what I want to do, but know this whatever I decide to do. I WILL ROCK AT IT!
Passionate for Posting,
Tosin
Monday, February 16, 2009
Karaoke Killers
WOW. Sometimes I wonder, "Where in the world do you get this?" Then my next thought is, "You know what I really don't want to know." Anyways....
It is hard to say. It makes me think twice before I do karaoke again. Poor old me just singing some old Motown song and the next thing I know the police finds me in the back of an alley all bloodied and bruised. Oh dear I should say things like that. Maybe it is some type of underground organization like Fight Club....probably not. Actually, I truly am unsure.
Honestly I blame it on the alcohol. People are just stupid before and after they liqueur themselves up. To me, a karaoke bar is a fun place just to be a sober exhibitionist and sing in front of strangers. It is those drunken exhibitionists you got to watch out for. Honestly if someone has to use alcohol to muster up the courage to do a task it is proof that they are the ultimate coward. Everyone at the karaoke bar is under the assumption that they cannot sing, but you go for it anyway because it takes courage. Though it sucks, I give more kudos to the person who sings out of key "Beat It" soberly, then the drunken idiot that slurs her way through "Hit Me Baby One More Time".
I don’t know. I am getting off topic. I think the best answer would be both. I think the karaoke incident is just a random string of freaky events. Honestly, all this just assures me that people are completely stupid. Male, female, and everything in between, we are just totally and completely ridiculous. It is kind of like a "what the heck" moment.
Now for the larger symptomatic problem alcohol, in some cases alcohol is good for you more specifically red wine. Let's think of the people going a karaoke bar. I don't believe they are looking just to get a little whizzied. They are searching for complete memory-erasing, blackout-inducing, bar-dancing obliteration, by the drink, but there are downsides to this. With alcohol comes the joy of exhibition, but one sip to the left of exhibition is violence. Unadulterated violence. It makes me wonder, "Why?" I have never understood why a person would want to drink that much too where they cannot properly control their actions. Then people say, “Well I couldn’t control myself.” Shoot! You should have been controlling yourself when you were chugging down all those Long Island ice teas, those four shots of tequila, and then doing a Jaeger bomb, but I wouldn’t know. Actually if someone consumed that much alcohol they would probably be dead. It is all a big question mark.
This honestly does have me stumped, because I can’t see any connection between karaoke and assault and battery. I just can’t. Gah this entire article upset me. It is all just so bleck.
Either way all this just shows how utterly ridiculous the world is.
Peaceful Posting,
Tosin
It is hard to say. It makes me think twice before I do karaoke again. Poor old me just singing some old Motown song and the next thing I know the police finds me in the back of an alley all bloodied and bruised. Oh dear I should say things like that. Maybe it is some type of underground organization like Fight Club....probably not. Actually, I truly am unsure.
Honestly I blame it on the alcohol. People are just stupid before and after they liqueur themselves up. To me, a karaoke bar is a fun place just to be a sober exhibitionist and sing in front of strangers. It is those drunken exhibitionists you got to watch out for. Honestly if someone has to use alcohol to muster up the courage to do a task it is proof that they are the ultimate coward. Everyone at the karaoke bar is under the assumption that they cannot sing, but you go for it anyway because it takes courage. Though it sucks, I give more kudos to the person who sings out of key "Beat It" soberly, then the drunken idiot that slurs her way through "Hit Me Baby One More Time".
I don’t know. I am getting off topic. I think the best answer would be both. I think the karaoke incident is just a random string of freaky events. Honestly, all this just assures me that people are completely stupid. Male, female, and everything in between, we are just totally and completely ridiculous. It is kind of like a "what the heck" moment.
Now for the larger symptomatic problem alcohol, in some cases alcohol is good for you more specifically red wine. Let's think of the people going a karaoke bar. I don't believe they are looking just to get a little whizzied. They are searching for complete memory-erasing, blackout-inducing, bar-dancing obliteration, by the drink, but there are downsides to this. With alcohol comes the joy of exhibition, but one sip to the left of exhibition is violence. Unadulterated violence. It makes me wonder, "Why?" I have never understood why a person would want to drink that much too where they cannot properly control their actions. Then people say, “Well I couldn’t control myself.” Shoot! You should have been controlling yourself when you were chugging down all those Long Island ice teas, those four shots of tequila, and then doing a Jaeger bomb, but I wouldn’t know. Actually if someone consumed that much alcohol they would probably be dead. It is all a big question mark.
This honestly does have me stumped, because I can’t see any connection between karaoke and assault and battery. I just can’t. Gah this entire article upset me. It is all just so bleck.
Either way all this just shows how utterly ridiculous the world is.
Peaceful Posting,
Tosin
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