Shawdanger
Working a lot, but I get weekends off now. Going to watch American Horror Story before falling alseep. My girlfriend and my puppy pitbull are adorable. Stressing a little about recording, money and pressing vinyl — but life is pretty decent right now.
HOLDE MINE HAIR
ye olde partie times
Verily, thou art such a lightweight.
Things ye can’t: even.
The comments got me.
(Source: preparetobawl)
fuck yeah sex education: Why the friendzone is bullshit and self-proclaimed "nice guys" are misogynists →
As defined by urban dictionary, the friendzone is…
“When you are expected to support a girl you really like while she searches for a smarter, richer, and more handsome boyfriend. There is little you can do without feeling like a dick. All in all, one of the meanest…
I met a Nice Guy on Reddit last night and urg. URG.
“Slut” is how we vilify a woman for exercising her right to say “yes”. “Friendzone” is how we vilify a woman for exercising her right to say “no”.
I highly agree with this statement, but as I was just reading a discussion about this on Reddit, I would amend it with some of what one person, Duchysleeps, wrote:
“Saying no, and stringing a person along for the sake of a mental safety net are not the same. At all.
Men friendzone women as well, it was never a female exclusive term. It’s about having zero respect for a person and purposefully ignoring their feelings. It’s more tolerable it the person is actually ignorant of their actions, but I’ve never found out a person had a crush on me, and was shocked by it.
That being said, yeah, calling a woman a slut is totally hypocritical and just spiteful. There are huge double standards at play when you compare the sexuality of men and women. Men are glorified for sexual conquest and women are, as you put it, vilified. I think most of that stems from the ideology of yesteryear, where a woman was only worth her weight as long as her chastity was intact. I’m sure, eventually, those weird social constructs will dissipate.”
The problem is with the all too many men who think a rejection and even a firm “no” constitutes stringing a man on. That’s a widespread definition that ultimately makes friendzoning bullshit. Even so, I would keep in mind Duchysleeps’ point of view and definition of friendzone rather than the heavily edited by 4-Chan, anonymous immature internet youth, and seldom reliable Urban Dictionary version of the phrase. I think friendzoning can be a legitimate concern in the grey areas of human relationships involving the courage of one party to reject and the ability of the other party to take that rejection and respect it.
hold me closer tony danza: Yesterday my mom posted a picture on Facebook of my 5 year old brother... →
Yesterday my mom posted a picture on Facebook of my 5 year old brother Sam wearing a pair of shoes he picked out for his first day of preschool.
She explained to him in the store that they were really made for girls. Sam then told her that he didn’t care and that “ninjas can wear pink shoes…
I was made fun of in 2nd grade for wearing a shirt with pink on it. I never wore the shirt again. The design was a black and white photo of a girl kissing a boy on the cheek. The pink ribbon in the girl’s hair was the only color in the photo.
I also wore a purple and black backpack in 7th grade. Purple used to be my favorite color. I was a little stronger by then and after initial comments/ridicule, people stopped caring.
Summary/response
It seems I have not made a proper update since Thanksgiving break.
I don’t want to devote too much time to this, since I have a whole bunch of errands and chores to do, but the house is particularly and uncharacteristically quiet, and now is a good time to sit down with my thoughts. Sorry if it is a bit on the longer side. It’s been three months. I’ll try to condense.
So after my girlfriend got really sick after Thanksgiving, and after she recovered, I worked a lot at the bakery and as a tutor. Somewhere in the beginning of the month we played one of the Farside’s last shows with for The Hell of It and maybe with Gorgeous too.
Then I took a week or so off before Christmas to go on tour with Gorgeous. We hit mostly Florida, but got into Georgia and South Carolina as well.
Highlights from tour include:
Deleon Springs: a po-dunk town near Orlando. We played at Junkyard Saloon, which is the self-proclaimed “music capital of Deleon Springs.” The jukebox had a sign that read something along the lines of “do not play rap. It will be skipped and your money will not be refunded.” There were also Confederate flags hanging about. I didn’t have a good feeling about the place, but a couple key folk (shout out to Jack, T-Bone and company) made it worthwhile and awesome. After T-Bone realized we were playing, he got all his friends to come out, buying beers for everyone to shotgun and putting everyone on his bar tab for an hour. Afterward was skate boarding ramps and a firepit.
Orlando: The first stop on our tour. This stop was special because it showed me that Orlando isn’t all bad, especially Winter Springs. We stayed with some really nice, awkward folk.
Atlanta: The last stop on our tour. It was probably the biggest show we have ever played. Thanks to my singer’s brother, we can now say we got to play with the guy from the Black Lips and the guy from Deer Tick. We played a good set and got to feel like rock stars for a night. We even had a fan come out who saw us last time we were in Atalanta.
Tampa: The Hold Tight House runs itself like a professional venue. They are legit and nice. They are a model for all house shows.
Sendaway Stranger/Little League: They were on tour also from Tallahassee and we kept running into them as our bands followed each other around the state. They played the day after us in Deleon Springs. We played the day after them in Tampa. In Gainesville and Miami we played the same day at venues down the street from each other. We also ran into each other at Taco Bus in Tampa.
The morning after our last show I flew to Japan. It was pretty eventful compared to my usual trips that consist of staring at my family I don’t understand, watching TV I don’t understand and eating too much food. Although, I did plenty of those things too.
Christmas day was the second part of the funeral for my grandfather where we put his urn in a little family tomb. It was sad, but my family kept it light-hearted. The day after that was a visit to some onsen (hot springs), which I had visited a long time ago. I got pretty sick at this point (touring and the recycled airplane air finally got to me), but recovered a day or two later. Then I drank too much with my uncle and felt sick for another day.
My mom had a spa appointment one day in Shinjuku, and I was left to wander the city with my thoughts. New Years day was a temple visit with my grandma where she introduced me to a whole bunch of people and I awkwardly tried to bow to them. We got stuck in Narita trying to get back to the States, and I got to eat at one of the best ramen places ever. I’m not sure if that was worth two days in an airport, though. I barely made it back to Florida in time to work the next morning.
This month my house, dubbed The Franklin Manor, had it’s first slew of official house shows to pick up the slack of the Farside and Engine Room closing .
The first show was at the beginning of January and included Big Attack, They Eat Their Own God, Volcanus and Gorgeous. A cop showed up to warn us that we “would get complaints,” but we had already talked to the neighbors, so the show went on, ended pretty early and the cop never came back to bother us. There were a lot of crust punks hanging about. They were super nice, even if smelly.
The second show was Spooky Ladies Night on Friday the 13th. It was a wild success. The ratio of girls to guys at the punk show was inspiring. West Hexas (Texas?), Mystery Date, Kopapods and USAholes all played. It was nice to have all local bands for once, and especially to have all the bands fronted by strong, talented ladies. Kopapods are a surf rock/folk band made up of my roommates. It was their first show. Mystery Date is a band with the drummer from my own band For The Hell of It and it was their second show. West Hexas werethe highlight though with their tight harmonies and angry, loud folk songs about love and redemption.
The most recent Franklin Manor show was put on by one of the masterminds behind The Farside. It featured Curmudgeon, Moshing X and Descript. It was fun to see everyone mosh. Overall, they were respectful and I’m glad the ceiling fan is in one piece and hanging straight.
Next month, both of my bands are recording and then putting out a 12” split. We are trying to rope two more bands in for a four-way punk split.
March is another tour with Gorgeous. My singer has booked all but two dates.
Exciting stuff to come.
My girlfriend made Thanksgiving dinner again this year. She had a pounding headache the entire time. She is a champ.
My dad and his girlfriend came down to join in the festivities. From first impressions, the new girlfriend is nice and quirky and seems to compliment my dad well.
Sitting around doing nothing during the holiday made me extremely anxious. It was a harsh transition from how busy I have been, and I guess I felt like I was wasting time. We watched Super 8 and Limitless. I liked Limitless. It was pure fun in the vein of Crank, but disguised as “a thinker.” Super 8 was good in a boring, soft white bread, E.T. kind of way.
Mostly, it was good to see my dad.
Anyways, my girlfriend’s headache turned into a fever and throwing up over the weekend. We went to the clinic today and she is negative for the flu or strep. Although she seems to be slightly better today, she has only kept down a half piece of toast in the past two days. Understandably, I am worried. I hope I do not have to take her to the hospital.
I just bought a used Paiste 2002 ride cymbal online. Like thirty minutes ago. I don’t have the money for it, but Visa does. Anything is better than the ZBT crash/ride that I’ve had for ten years. Hopefully, it is here by the time my band goes on tour.
After tour, I plan on going to Japan.
That’s a lot of time off work.
And I have a Paiste cymbal to pay off.
Oh, and rent.
In other news, I’m sad that The Farside is effectively finished. Though, I’m not as heartbroken as some people. I guess, it’s not technically done, as a few people hope to continue the collective, but I don’t see that happening. The fact that it was a sober space was not as important to me as it was for others. It is the family atmosphere I will miss most. It’s difficult for me to hang out with people without some structure. I should work on that.
Overall, I’m very excited for the Farside founding fathers to open up a new venue. I think it will be rad.
Tomorrow is a lot of work. I took a long nap, so I’m not tired, but will regret if I stay up late.
The Loneliest Whale in the World.
In 2004, The New York Times wrote an article about the loneliest whale in the world. Scientists have been tracking her since 1992 and they discovered the problem:
She isn’t like any other baleen whale. Unlike all other whales, she doesn’t have friends. She doesn’t have a family. She doesn’t belong to any tribe, pack or gang. She doesn’t have a lover. She never had one. Her songs come in groups of two to six calls, lasting for five to six seconds each. But her voice is unlike any other baleen whale. It is unique— while the rest of her kind communicate between 12 and 25hz, she sings at 52hz. You see, that’s precisely the problem. No other whales can hear her. Every one of her desperate calls to communicate remains unanswered. Each cry ignored. And, with every lonely song, she becomes sadder and more frustrated, her notes going deeper in despair as the years go by.
Just imagine that massive mammal, floating alone and singing— too big to connect with any of the beings it passes, feeling paradoxically small in the vast stretches of empty, open ocean.
(Source: erickimberlinbowley)
31 Days of Rock was last night. It’s an event where a whole bunch of people put their names in a box and then the names are randomly drawn in groups of 4-5. Nine bands were formed and at the end of 31 days, they were scheduled to play a set at the Farside.
Four bands made it to the end, although one of the “bands” was a solo act.
I pretended to know how to play keyboard for Sagan’s Youth: a pop-punk space opera project. Our group got along really well and I’m glad I met the three guys in my band.
The story behind our punk opera involves robots losing faith in humanity and sending the entire population to the sun. Through a shakey pun involving a “punk rock,” we divert the ship and take back Mars. It was a lot of fun, although a little stressful since I was shifted to work at the bakery that night and had to play on my dinner break. I think we embodied the spirit of 31 Days of Rock, though.
Also, credit for the picture above goes to Rosie. She made me look handsome and capable of playing keys.
