Music Addiction Satisfied

•June 20, 2009 • Leave a Comment

I’ve been using an older iPod Classic (80 gb) to listen to my music for the past while, and it was working fairly well until I realized that the hold switch had begun to act up. Basically, the iPod would act as if the hold switch was switched to “ON”, even though it was actually switched to “OFF”. My first work-around was to hold the iPod in different positions (upside down, face down, face up, angled, etc…). This worked for a bit, until I found that I also had to begin adjusting the headphone jack connection in order to get the faulty hold restriction to disappear long enough to change my music. Soon after, however, it began to stay in a perpetual state of lock-down, acting as if the hold switch were constantly on.

Just when I was consigned to the fact that I would probably have to end up purchasing a replacement iPod, a family member of mine found a website for a store in the Vancouver area that repairs Apple products. 3 hours later, the iPod was fixed, after only a 30 minute waiting time and $55 dollars in billing.

Now I can listen to my music in peace again, without annoying interruptions every time I try to change the artist or song! Joy!

For any interested, their website is iRepair.ca.

Lomography – Beyond Epic

•June 13, 2009 • Leave a Comment

I finally got it. A Diana F+ (without the flash), my first lomographic camera! After the initial first film loading, in which I succeeded in ripping the beautiful expired 120 film right in half, it was fairly smooth sailing.

Nearly 4 rolls later, here’s a few samples of the beautiful photos this magnificent camera is capable of creating. I can’t wait to learn how to use it to its full capacity…

Feet on the beach.

Feet on the beach.

A cute young couple on the beach.

A cute young couple on the beach.

A pair of Asian lamps at a storefront.

A pair of Asian lamps at a storefront.

Rusted From The Rain…

•May 25, 2009 • 3 Comments

I heard a new song from Billy Talent, one of my favorite bands. It’s called “Rusted from the Rain”, and the lyrics are as follows (combined from www.metrolyrics.com and www.billytalent3.com):

I stumble through the wreckage, rusted from the rain
There’s nothing left to salvage, no one left to blame
Among the broken mirrors, I don’t look the same
I’m rusted from the rain, I’m rusted from the rain

Dissect me till my blood runs down into the drain
My bitter heart is pumping oil into my veins
I’m nothing but a tin man, I don’t feel any pain
I don’t feel any pain, I’m rusted from the rain

Go on…crush me like a flower, rusted from the rain
Go on…strip me of my powers, beat me with your chains
And if…I’m the king of cowards you’re the queen of pain
I’m rusted from the rain, I’m rusted from the rain

You hung me like a picture, now I’m just a frame
I used to be your lap dog, now I’m just a stray
Shackled in a graveyard, left here to decay
Left here to decay, I’m rusted from the rain

Go on…crush me like a flower, rusted from the rain
C’mon…Strip me of my powers, beat me with your chains
And if…I’m the king of cowards you’re the queen of pain
I’m rusted from the rain, I’m rusted from the rain

I’m not 100% sure that these are the absolutely correct lyrics, as I found that the photo of the lyrics on the billytalent3.com website showed that the lyrics were much shorter than the ones on metrolyrics.com, but you get the general idea.

It’s a relatively soft song for Billy Talent, but that doesn’t really surprise/worry me because their second album had some soft songs on it, like “Surrender”, and they were still really good tunes. The lyrics of this particular song, though, speak strongly to me. I absolutely love the line, “You hung me like a picture, now I’m just a frame.”

Incidentally, this line basically echoes the way I usually feel these days. People expect the ones they know to have “normal” thoughts and feelings, and to view themselves as “complete” people. I don’t feel complete. How is it even possible to feel complete now when life is as it is? I feel like the picture in the line above. I used to have something inside me which was valuable. It had meaning. Now, I feel empty, like a frame without a picture. A frame meant for something special but which is now reduced to offering a splendid view of a blank wall, an empty canvas.

I do realize that this is another moan and groan post, but I post what I feel. And right now, a nice dish of moaning and groaning is on the menu. I might have something more positive to write about soon…;-)

I am so psyched for the release of Billy Talent III! It’s going to be so rad! I am pretty much nearly 100%, if not more, sure that this release will rock my socks straight off…as both their previous albums have. Their “Watoosh!” album from when they were known as “Pezz” is fantastic, too.

Check out the video for “Rusted from the Rain” here.

Something Like a Kick In the Head…

•May 15, 2009 • 7 Comments

Two days. Two days started by waking up at the incredibly insane, and not to mention cold, hour of 7:00 am. This is completely unacceptable. A person such as myself requires at least 10 hours of sleep. I go to bed at midnight usually. So, the logical earliest time to wake up is 10:00 am.

Two days of waking up at 7:00, and I feel the general equivalent of a person who has just had his head kicked by a very strong man wearing boots with re-enforced steel toes. In other words, I hurt.

What’s more, is that I need to wake up at 6:30 tomorrow. And presumably 6:30 on Monday too. All this waking-up-early stuff is really going to start getting to me! I don’t know if I’m cut-out to be a typical Joe Bloe working 9-5, which is what I might have to start doing in a few months…

I guess I’m hooped.

-So ends my whining.-

RISE AGAINST!!! June 4, Vancouver!

•May 5, 2009 • Leave a Comment

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So, on Saturday I picked up my floor ticket for the upcoming Rise Against/Rancid concert, with Riverboat Gamblers as special guests! My mind is completely and utterly blown with the prospect of seeing Rise Against live once again, and this time with a floor view! I saw them last year when they came to the Thunderbird Arena with Alkaline Trio, Thrice, and The Gaslight Anthem, but I was seated. That didn’t change the fact that I was on my feet for the entire time that Rise Against played, though.

Rise Against is such an incredible group to see live. Every last person in the audience cannot help but feel moved by the band’s energy and powerful vocals. No joke. Ever seen everyone at a punk concert with seat tickets jumping and belting out song lyrics as if they were having their very own mosh party in the 2-3 feet of space between rows? If not, then go see Rise Against. Really. You’ll never be the same.

Take my word for it.

My First Triptych

•April 28, 2009 • 3 Comments

This is the first triptych that I have ever created, and it involved a bit of a learning curve. It was made entirely in GIMP, a free and open source photo manipulation program. I highly recommend trying it out, especially if you’re like me and don’t have an obscene amount of cash just laying around, ready to be spent on a Photoshop CS4 license.

So, without further ado:

"A Walk In Someone Else's Shoes..."

"A Walk In Someone Else's Shoes..."

  The interesting thing about life is that you can probably tell a lot more about a person by looking at their shoes, than you can by mere physical appearance. Are the shoes polished and bright, or are they worn and aged? Are the shoes cutting-edge fashion, or are they last year’s style? Are they clean, or are they dirty and unkempt?

Shoes are the only things in life that stay with us no matter where we go. The stories they tell are the stories of our lives, embodied in a clothing item that usually ends its life in a most tragic way: the common garbage can. We use our shoes until we feel we can get no more use out of them, and then we simply dispose of them. We throw away what might quite possibly offer the most unique perspective on human existence ever seen on earth.

How can we even sleep at night?

Concerning Equality, Happiness, and Freedom

•April 26, 2009 • 5 Comments

Equality is not a solution. Equality is death.

A strong statement, at that, but true nonetheless. Consider this: Most people consider a Utopian society to be based off equality, happiness, and freedom. But really, can a society where everyone is equal be satisfying and happy, let alone free?

No, for equality is not, nor has it ever been, the key to happiness. If the term “equality” is taken literally, an “equal” society is one where each person is the same. Nobody is better than anyone at anything, and nobody has a different personality than the next person. In such a society, one cannot excel, nor can one enjoy being unique or special, and even the things that make others unique pass by unnoticed. These are the very things that make life worth living.

In such a society, living ceases to be living. Instead, life becomes a walking death. What motivation to continue living can possibly be found in a society where one person is simply a duplicate of the next? If each person is simply a generic “human”, feeling will be lost. Relationships will falter and eventually cease altogether, as any meaning to be found in life dies a quick and painful death.

Think about it. If all of us were equal, we would think the same thoughts, feel the same feelings, and be the same person. Will Person A begin to desire a relationship with Person B if Person A and Person B are the same? No, for there is no use or benefit. Interpersonal skills will become a thing of the past as people begin to realize that there is no point in getting to know anyone else. When the ability (or desire) to have relationships is removed from a person, their capacity to love is removed as well. When the ability to love is removed, the ability to be happy ceases to exist.

Therefore, equality is essentially the opposite of freedom, in as much a way as happiness and freedom are in tandem. A person without the capacity to make choices, to enjoy being unique, or to love another person, is not a free person. Instead, the person is equal. The person is the same as every other person.

They are no longer alive. Instead, they simply “exist”.