Step Into the Freezer

noreply@blogger.com (Jason) — Wed, 03 Sep 2008 10:01:00 +0000

Yes, I'm going to vote for John McCain in November. Sure, I'd like to discuss the election; it's good to be up on the issues! No, I won't spend every waking moment listening to y'all speak the praises of whichever candidate it is you think is best. It's good that you're politically active, but try to remember:

it's just politics! Don't let it run your life!

noreply@blogger.com (Jason) — Sat, 02 Aug 2008 15:33:00 +0000

One thing that DOES piss me off is that I can't even say two words to my dad without him seriously thinking that I have some ulterior motive and I'm trying to be rude or provocative. Like just today I seriously said good morning to him and he did this thing where he stalks off and sulks because you've offended him.

WTF!!! I was trying to be friendly, man! Seriously, why does anyone NEED to be so paranoid?

noreply@blogger.com (Jason) — Fri, 04 Jul 2008 02:00:00 +0000

Everything lately seems to come down to a crossroads. Before, it was a balance between to opposing forces. Now, it's an ultimatum of two opposing forces. Like I'm being ripped in half.

I don't know what to do with myself.

Let's go down in the river to pray.

noreply@blogger.com (Jason) — Mon, 09 Jun 2008 07:06:00 +0000

This is what I want to be, and this is what I give to you because I get it free.

Oh, this life I choose.

noreply@blogger.com (Jason) — Tue, 20 May 2008 21:53:00 +0000

There are so many things running through my soul, it would take years to express all of them.

Something has changed. Something very fundamental about me has changed for the better. I don't quite know what it is. I mean, I know what it is, but I couldn't explain it if I tried.

I first noticed it when I was finally motivated to do all the things I've been putting off. So, right now, I'm in the middle of, like, ALL OF THEM. I don't feel stressed like I usually do when I take on tons of projects at once, either. I feel like I'm liquid on top of everything, like I've got all my ducks in a row and I'm really, really in the groove. Like I have finally, FINALLY, learned how to control my scattered train of thought and use it to my advantage.

For the first time ever, I am truly motivated to be the best person I possibly can be in every single aspect of life, no matter how small, and I'm finally not just SAYING something but DOING it. I feel TRULY at peace with who I am and what I'm doing and what I'm supposed to be doing and when I should be doing it to get it done on time. My life is still hectic, but now I feel like I'm not caught up in the hoopla - I'm removed from the hustle and bustle so that I can steer myself a hell of a lot better.

Some missing piece in my soul has been filled and now that it's all complete, I make sense. I make a whole lot of sense. Everything is just so much better; this is the way that I was supposed to be ALL ALONG. This is the life I was born to live one day.

The phrase "you complete me" is thrown about a lot, but sometimes used when the other person doesn't complete you at all, but in fact makes you do things like neglect all your responsibilities and obligations because, well, for one reason or another. I never DID understand why people said that to people who made them so obviously miserable and inefficient so much of the time.

Well, I only know one thing: something about this wonderful girl - something that she says to me without even saying anything, and I know it because we both smile that exact same smile at the exact same time - it makes me want to climb a mountain because I know that it is good for me and I know that I can.

It feels good when you find out how you fit into the duality of being a human.

noreply@blogger.com (Jason) — Mon, 19 May 2008 21:53:00 +0000

Seriously guys, I would have to give my weekend 897 stars out of five.

She's got so much soul!

noreply@blogger.com (Jason) — Fri, 16 May 2008 06:54:00 +0000

AHHH

OMG OMG OMG OMG

OMG

:-D

(they don't make big enough versions of that face!!!!)
I just can't even believe anything. :-)

noreply@blogger.com (Jason) — Mon, 21 Apr 2008 22:26:00 +0000

What I mean to say is, I would like to share all this abundant joy with someone. But I don't want to go there again.

What time is it, anyway? I've never been so disoriented.

noreply@blogger.com (Jason) — Wed, 02 Apr 2008 10:23:00 +0000

LOLOLOL, looks like Mexico hates emo too!

noreply@blogger.com (Jason) — Thu, 27 Mar 2008 09:48:00 +0000

It's okay; I fixed the pickup.

noreply@blogger.com (Jason) — Tue, 18 Mar 2008 08:44:00 +0000

"Modern Electric Bass" really exemplifies the beauty and spirit of Jaco Pastorius and his incredible contributions to the bass, jazz, and music as a whole. EVERYONE rips off Jaco, whether they want to or not, and the essentials are all there. Seriously? Best video ever.

noreply@blogger.com (Jason) — Wed, 05 Mar 2008 06:45:00 +0000

Like puzzle pieces, or yin and yang.

Completely enamored? Well, yes.

They say your first flame never dies, so maybe that's it, but I don't think I've met anyone else who fits me as well as she does. I am in love with this girl.

(What starts with "M" and ends with "I"? Nope, not Mississippi... it's Madi. :-))

noreply@blogger.com (Jason) — Tue, 19 Feb 2008 03:44:00 +0000

What we have here is a very highly-evolved species. We have created all these languages, technologies, social constructs... no mere ANIMAL ever did something on this order of intellectual ability. Our higher reasoning is so amazing that we have been able to explore things unimaginable distances beyond our own planet, through the incomprehensible vacuum of space... we have accomplished SO DAMN MANY things as a species.

You know what boggles the mind even further? If the entire existence of the earth were condensed into 24 hours, humans have existed for only the last 2 seconds of the day. Goodness me. In this super-short time that we've been here, we've created all this complex, intricate stuff with our awesome powers of higher reasoning.

One drawback of being so intellectually powerful is that we have literally stopped evolving. Think about it. We're kind of playing God here... we've beaten nature; we hacked natural selection! There is no natural selection anymore. We keep even the weakest members of our species alive with all the technology that we created. We have things like online dating, which matches you up with someone who, chances are, has a similar genetic profile to you - which, I would argue, is a sort of "devolution" whereby we breed a sub-group of genetically disadvantaged children born to parents who met online. We have antibiotics and miraculous medicine so that there IS NO MORE NATURAL SELECTION. We don't adapt to our environment - we adapt the environment to us!

Supposedly, we are the most intelligent species on earth. Dolphins are a close second. Dolphins are probably second place because they never evolved complicated shit like printing presses and etched silicon and scramjets. All they ever did was swim around in the ocean, eat food, and have sex to make more dolphins. We do have reason to believe that the dolphins have some sort of language. Ironically, because dolphins have evolved an exponentially better hearing range than humans, we can't communicate with them or figure out what they're saying. Ridiculous.

On the other hand, we're at a point in our highly-evolved society where you're born, acquire language, and then go to school. Once you've spent your youth going to boring classes and learning things that may or may not interest you, our highly-evolved society gives you an ultimatum: unskilled labor or higher education. If you choose unskilled labor, you spend your life in a series of jobs you don't particularly care about with little or no opportunity for advancement, somehow managing to keep up even though you are probably well below where the poverty line should be. If you choose higher education you piss away the youth you DO have left in even MORE classes so that you can get a degree, after which you'll work your ass off to pay for those classes for several more years.

Whatever the case may be, by the time you have the money or resources to do whatever it is you always wanted to do, you're too old to do it! Yeah, what an evolved society we live in - one where a lot of people are unhappy most of the time, or even all the time... one where you waste the best years of your life doing something that someone else is forcing you to do...

And you know what else? Unless you want to work for another man and let him exploit your labor, almost none of the stuff they teach you in school is REALLY useful... that is, commercially viable. Think about it... why would anyone want to give you money to rattle off a timeline of the Boer Wars? Maybe if you use some of their chemistry to cook up some drugs... but here's the thing, that's against the law, so you really shouldn't.

You know what? There are people out there who have Ph.D.s and are still just scraping by... getting paid $10/hour to do clerical work, for instance. I think it's time that we, as a species... as an ANIMAL (because that's all we really are)... stepped "outside the box" for a moment and took a look at ourselves. Yes, we're evolving and inventing all this great stuff, but... for what? At what cost? And we don't even think about it when we do things like... well, every couple hundred years up until the Columbian Exchange and colonization of the Americas during the 1500's, a pandemic would come along and wipe out a significant portion of our population. Since we have no natural predators, this was how nature kept our population under control. But we've made it so that people can live in even THE most crowded, close, could-theoretically-become-extremely-unsanitary conditions EVER and STILL not even get a runny nose... see Japan for more examples. This can't be good. We've breached some sort of failsafe that was built in to the logical laws that govern the growth and spread of organisms. Now we're paying for it with problems resulting from overpopulation. Shit, guys, the finite resources of the earth can't sustain such a rapidly-expanding population!

I digress. The point here is, since we're such a developed, amazing organism, why do we have to force people into lives they don't want? Why do we need to have such terrible things as investment bankers? No child ever said that he wanted to be an investment banker when he grew up! Instead, he "fell into it", or he realized that it offered many opportunities... always some money-related, societal thing.

People should not have to spend the best years of their life in college in order to sustain themselves! Why aren't the machines growing and harvesting all the food, crunching all the numbers, and watching all the life support system while we kick back and enjoy the fruits of our evolution?

Whatever; I don't even know where this is going.

noreply@blogger.com (Jason) — Mon, 18 Feb 2008 18:35:00 +0000

In the words of my friend Eugene, "it's fuckin sweet and legal."

Take 1-2 grams of dl-phenylalanine with one of those big Monster energy drinks, about 800 ug of folic acid, 65 mg of iron and 250 mg of magnesium. Then, eat a few tomato leaves or potato sprouts.

Increase your dopamine levels, THE NATURAL WAY. Not only that, d-phenylalanine (biologically inactive, technically speaking, as an amino acid) is the endorphin breakdown inhibitor. WAY COOL!

Traditionally, levodopa is administered with a DDC inhibitor such as carbidopa (e.g. Sinemet) to prevent peripheral metabolism of levodopa into dopamine. Actually, when levodopa is administered with just B6, the metabolisms cancel each other out, which is why Parkinson's research took so god damn long (they couldn't figure that out). I am not sure whether this route is "cleaner" (the B6 is an intermediate in the phenylalanine -> tyrosine -> l-dopa chain, I'm pretty sure), but anyway, if you have a lot of DDC floating around in your peripheral nervous system, expect SOME disruption of fine motor skills.

noreply@blogger.com (Jason) — Fri, 08 Feb 2008 07:29:00 +0000

I am sooo most definitely in love.

(Difference is, I've actually known this for YEARS.)

noreply@blogger.com (Jason) — Fri, 08 Feb 2008 05:30:00 +0000

The only song that I can sing is Bile Them Cabbage Down!

Check out my bluegrass, guys. :-)

noreply@blogger.com (Jason) — Sat, 02 Feb 2008 05:39:00 +0000

Well the thingy tonight was an astounding success. The audience was supposedly 75 (that's how many tickets were sold) but there might have been more or less than that many people at any given time. I had weird dreams about Eb and Ab all afternoon and the only time I played in Eb it was terrible. That was a slightly unlikely coincidence. I didn't go near Ab the whole time.

(It must mean SOMETHING that I am having weird dreams about key signatures. I keep seeing those damn accidentals on the staff...)

I wasn't going to write this because I thought some people might find it offensive. Then I thought, "What the hell? Have I completely sold out my former principles of doing shit no matter how many people find it [insert negative adjective here]?" So I'm going to say it.

Basses are kind of like women. They have a big bottom, they're curvy around the middle, and sometimes you gotta slap them around a little bit.

Dude, btw: I forget.

noreply@blogger.com (Jason) — Thu, 24 Jan 2008 03:22:00 +0000

You're making me sweat just to hold your attention!

noreply@blogger.com (Jason) — Mon, 21 Jan 2008 02:05:00 +0000

So, admittedly, I do listen to my own music. This helps me reflect on how I play, how I can improve, helps me keep from losing old musical phrases that I like, and also... well, I only make music because I like it, so I like to hear my own sound. Just not TOO much.

But hearing the Continental Breakfast EP has got me thinking - why DON'T we gig more than we do? That is to say, why haven't we really promoted ourselves, other than because we are lazy?

There are some gigs we just aren't cut out for. For instance, when someone hires a band to play at a wedding, they want a band to play sets of standards that people know and enjoy.

But if you hire us to play for three hours, you are hiring four musicians to create four hours of music that you've never heard before and will never hear again. We are SO improv-oriented it's not funny. Don't confuse us with the kind of "jam band" that plays the same chord progression for an hour and drifts off into minor pentatonic heaven without listening to each other. If we play the same chord progression for an hour it's because we haven't finished exploring it yet. Watch what happens on stage. There is more communication between us than some of you have in an entire month... and almost none of it is verbal.

We have an INCREDIBLE group dynamic that I have never seen another local band achieve. We are not just musicians playing together. We are friends, brothers, comrades in a common form of expression, playing, feeling, and thinking the same thing at the same time.

Through music we are drawn closer together and through that expression we make something COMPLETE.

There are a lot of things I could think about the band. I just can't believe how far we've come and how amazingly TOGETHER we are.

noreply@blogger.com (Jason) — Sun, 13 Jan 2008 05:17:00 +0000

The woman was a dream I had, though rather hard to keep,
For when my eyes were watching hers, they closed and I was still asleep.
When my hand was holding hers
She whispered words, and I awoke
And faintly bouncing 'round the room
The echo of whomever spoke

noreply@blogger.com (Jason) — Sat, 12 Jan 2008 04:29:00 +0000

New Rule:
Nobody that I know is allowed to make generalizations about people. You kids who think you have seen it all are laughable.

Maybe if you would stop trying to be older than you are and puffing yourselves up, you could learn from your experiences instead of viewing them through an unjustly (and incorrectly) jaded eye. The world doesn't suck, and you don't know everything there is about people. Hell, you have only met like 1/28 of the people you're ever going to make, so what the hell makes some 17-year-old qualified to make General Statements about humans? Nothing, that's what. Shut up, sit down, and learn your fucking place in the world, you cocks. Y'all make me ashamed to be under 25.

(Yes, it has recently come to my attention that many of my peers seem to think they know everything there is to know, probably because they are old enough to have some significant experiences, but they jump the gun and generalize about things before they have experienced even a tiny fraction of what life has to offer, and I really hate the way they do that.)

Sorry for being so angry.

noreply@blogger.com (Jason) — Thu, 10 Jan 2008 03:31:00 +0000

P.S. If you think the previous post was written just for you... it wasn't. Stop being so full of yourselves.

(That's the kind of thing I'm talking about.)

noreply@blogger.com (Jason) — Thu, 10 Jan 2008 02:54:00 +0000

Phenylalanine is touted as a "wonder supplement" by a lot of people.

If you understand a few things about the incredibly complex redox reaction going on inside your body you will appreciate the abilities of BOTH isomers. It's pretty much worth it.

Also, it has come to my attention recently that I am apparently the only human being that does not read very much into every single action that a person makes - so, if I have offended any of you with anything I've ever done, it was most definitely unintentional; please do not hold it against me. Furthermore, stop reading in to the things I do! You know very well that I don't put any thought into the emotional bearings of anything I do on anyone around me. It's not because I'm mean, it's just because I don't think about it; does that make sense?

So, in conclusion, that's why I seem like a spaced-out asshole to a lot of people a lot of the time. I make social gaffes because I am very different from all of you. Rest assured, the feeling of incomprehensibility is mutual - I have no more idea why you do what you do than you have an idea why I do what I do. If we can set aside these cognitive differences I'm sure we could be great friends. I do enjoy my friends you know, and I'm not such a lunatic once you get to know me. :-p

I'm not the kind of nerd who doesn't know how to have friends. I'm just the kind of nerd who doesn't know how to have completely ordinary social relationships. With some people. Do you see where I'm going?

Didn't think so.

noreply@blogger.com (Jason) — Wed, 02 Jan 2008 03:11:00 +0000

Honey, I Shrunk The Kids is incredibly unrealistic. I mean, aside from the REALLY OBVIOUS ones. Shut up. :-p

The point here is that they are being shrunk really small. Do you have any idea how much energy it would take to shrink someone that small? We all know that pressure and temperature are related, and realistically you couldn't just jump to such a small state without passing through every possible state in between; in other words, you are being compressed. Pressure is directly proportional to temperature according to the combined gas law (Gay-Lussac), you know, so if someone were shrunk that small, the heat would probably be enough to kill them. I don't want to do all that math right now. (note to self: do this later!!)

Also, I'm pretty sure that a lot of forces that humans take for granted because they are so small - the energy from radio waves, some kinds of light, maybe even things like magnetism and background radiation, hell, there are all kinds, just think for two seconds - would have a much greater impact on the human body if it were that small. Also, simply based on the observation that other animals that small have heart rates that are WAY FAST, human hearts are not designed to beat so fast, so you'd have tachycardia and, eventually, cardiac arrest or heart failure.

You'd probably go into shock also (at some point before you start to die) and lose consciousness, either from the sheer speed of the physical changes you are undergoing or from the pain of the heat and your heart and all that damn energy. Also, where would you get all that power from? I'd imagine it takes a lot to compress a human being. You would also weigh exactly the same amount unless that ray somehow removed matter from your body, which would also probably hurt. Also, it would cause infinite genetic mutations if it worked on an atomic/molecular level because it would remove a different pattern of information from every single chromosome in your body. You would probably just lose all essential function in your whole damn body, and if the shrinking mechanism worked by just making the atoms smaller, it would cause the laws that govern the universe on an atomic level to function differently, with unpredictable results. If that were the case you wouldn't be able to breathe anymore because all the oxygen molecules would be "huge" to you and your cells wouldn't know what to do with them, if the hemoglobin even managed to get them there.

Reference to muscles and their strength proportional to the rest of you, vague comparison to a flea and a football stadium... I will finish this some other time.

noreply@blogger.com (Jason) — Sun, 30 Dec 2007 21:43:00 +0000

-I really hate this stupid meme of llamas, muffins, and whatever the hell that has come up recently. "I like pie" used to be the catch-phrase bandied about by idiots that wanted to say something but didn't have anything to say. It wore itself out in a few months. It has been replaced by nonsensical statements about things that are quite ordinary in and of themselves but, taken out of context, are hilarious to the unintelligent mind. For instance, it is common practice these days for some dumb bitch to turn to her girlfriend and say in a slow, retarded voice, "I'm a llama," and then make some stupid facial expression, and then both of them laugh about it and have a ten-minute conversation about who is actually the llama.

IT'S NOT FUNNY.
YOU ARE NOT CUTE.
Oh, and you're not "random" either. Nothing is truly "random". If you spent fifteen minutes trying to come up with a phrase that seemed "random" enough to put as your Myspace quote (which inevitably has something to do with llamas or muffins), yup, you're a douchebag! Seriously, I hate that.

-Also, THIS IS TO ALL THE YOUNG WOMEN OF THE UNITED STATES (where I happily reside, if my American English didn't give it away): QUIT BITCHIN' ABOUT YOURSELVES! You are never happy with your weight, which has created an unhealthy trend of girls with hipbones instead of hips and collarbones above their collars. Bony != healthy, even if culture dictates that it is. When you are overweight, your BMI will fall into the "unhealthy" range. For a lot of you, the "healthy" range is where you would start calling yourselves "fat". Do you realize that in many other cultures, NOT having bones sticking out everywhere is considered attractive and a sign of good health (mentally AND physically)? Personally, I think y'all are disgusting, and the etch marks on your teeth from constantly throwing up your lunch is disgusting, and you have bad breath from all that goddamn bulimia, BY THE WAY.

Seriously, if you are going to throw up your lunch, why don't you just give it to a poor person with no food... and if you are simply not going to eat, don't ever call me. When I take a girl out to dinner I am taking her out to dinner. Eat, dammit, eat! I promise you won't get fat!

Drinking "diet" sodas impairs your ability to metabolise fats (oh God I just spelled a word the European way) and those artificial sweeteners are doing you more harm than good. If you constantly eat enough food (you know, the ADA's 2,000-calorie recommendation is NOT going to kill you, and anyway, who the HELL only eats 2,000 calories every day), your metabolism will adjust and you won't gain weight. I promise.

Also, y'all are never happy with your complexion, which leads to more shades of makeup than there are colors visible to the human eye (seriously, that's stupid) and nasty stuff flaking off some chick's face every time she gets up close to you. GROSS. Leave your foundation and all that bullshit at home. It is good to have healthy skin. Make-up is not good for your skin, by the way, so you might as well just forget about exfoliating if you are going to cake unnatural bullshit all over your mug as soon as you're done scrubbing your pores; it will save you a lot of time.

Y'all are never happy with anything about yourselves, so you change your hair every two weeks, wear enough makeup to look yourselves look dead (that's disgusting; I'm sure you have a very beautiful face so don't hide it away), and come up with the dumbest fashion trends ever (is it just me, or is every fashionable woman suddenly wearing what looks like maternity clothing?!) to bury your insecurities.

Here's a tip: men are not into fake stuff.

Don't be a Fake Person. Your personality should not be like my bedroom floor - hidden under mountains of clothes and personal artifacts.

-Furthermore, Susan, as far as I'm concerned, the sooner Ron Paul gets elected, the better.

-Fat J