plastic.shake.up.snow.

I write songs. I write words.
I enjoy cheap beer and
classy conversation.
Haha. Ugh. 
Confession: Since I was about 17, my close friends can attest to the fact that, when given enough drinks, I will undoubtedly break out into a Bill Cosby impression. 
Granted, it’s an impression OF an impression. ( via the Simpsons). 
It’s like a curse that has followed me for a decade. And yet… I never refuse. 
(See also: my impression of “Stuart” from Mad TV, and apparently a “Gollum” from Lord of the Rings that is — not my words, mind you — spot on. I’m not particularly proud of any of this. haha) 

Haha. Ugh. 

Confession: Since I was about 17, my close friends can attest to the fact that, when given enough drinks, I will undoubtedly break out into a Bill Cosby impression. 

Granted, it’s an impression OF an impression. ( via the Simpsons). 

It’s like a curse that has followed me for a decade. And yet… I never refuse. 

(See also: my impression of “Stuart” from Mad TV, and apparently a “Gollum” from Lord of the Rings that is — not my words, mind you — spot on. I’m not particularly proud of any of this. haha) 

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Bright Eyes

—Nothing Gets Crossed Out

Bright Eyes : Nothing Gets Crossed Out

(Hey there. You know who you are. This is that song I had mentioned.) 

I found this song on a mix tape that I had made back in high school. I think back then I had a tendency to assume that I could appreciate the emotional impact of certain songs just based on the fact that I saw myself as a “sensitive, artistic type”. 

I recently (within the last month) found that mix tape, and gave this song a listen. It’s amazing what 10 years and whole lot of life experience can do to a person’s perception of emotional impact, because it absolutely floored me. 

I could go on and on about how, as a struggling musician in my late twenties, the lyrics aren’t only relate-able, but specifically cutting and direct… but I wouldn’t want to remove any meaning from it for anyone else who would benefit from relating it their own experiences. 

Worth a listen. Or twenty. 

(Source: surf-rock-mess)

Ask me anything!

So I have decent amount of new followers on here. 

Feel free to ask me anything! I promise to be 100% honest. 

I need this in my life. 

I need this in my life. 

brb…

Just gotta unexpectedly run a contract over to the State Supreme Judicial Court for a signature.

No biggie. Not like my usual job ensures that I will not interact with the public. You know, the reason I haven’t shaved since last weekend, and I’m sporting a mini beard until I get home later.

I’m sure the court officer is going to appreciate the whole plaid shirt, converse, black glasses and scruffy look I have going on. 

“Um… Hi, your Honor… there’s some hipster kid here with a contract to see you. And apparently talk about his vinyl collection”. 

#lifeisweird


“After the first glass, you see things as you wish they were. After the second, you see things as they are not. Finally, you see things as they really are, and that is the most horrible thing in the world.”
 - Oscar Wilde

Oh, boy. Let me just say that I had romantic preconceived notions about absinthe. 
My good friend @Forlackofpassion spent some time over in the Czech Republic, and came home with a bottle of Czech Absinthe. We proceeded to casually drink it one evening. Most of the bottle. 
What I’ll tell you is that at the end of the night… I was dropped off at my house. I suddenly realized I didn’t have my keys and proceeded to stalk the perimeter of the house. I think my thought process was that people might think I was a burglar. So it made SO much sense to ACT like a burglar, thereby canceling out any onlookers suspicions. 
Because clearly: 
Not trying to be a burglar = “Oh hey, I think someone is breaking into Nick’s house”
Totally acting like a burglar = “Oh, it’s probably just Nick locked out”. 
I proceeded to try every window and door… to no avail. All but the little tiny window to the bathroom. You know, that window that is juuuuuust too high to reach? Yeah. That one. 
I piled up what could only be the loosest assortment of non-sturdy materials, and propelled myself up away from the instantaneous crash of said materials below. After what seems like an eternity of wondering why I’ve spent my entire adult life ignoring the notion of upper body strength, I managed to get my leg through the window. It was totally working. 
Enthused at the sudden notion of actually sleeping in my bed as opposed to the unwelcoming blanket that is a New England winters night, I threw caution to the wind and forced my body through the open window all at once. Not accounting for the 4 - 5 drop…. into the bath tub. 
I slammed my shoulder against the faucet on the way down (thankfully not damaging… the faucet.) and felt a horrendous jabbing sensation in my thigh as I lay sprawled across the porcelain. Trying to put a cause to the extremely painful effect led my hand to dig into the pocket of my jeans. I had found the culprit. 
My house keys. 
#drinkresponsiblykids 

“After the first glass, you see things as you wish they were. After the second, you see things as they are not. Finally, you see things as they really are, and that is the most horrible thing in the world.”

- Oscar Wilde

Oh, boy. Let me just say that I had romantic preconceived notions about absinthe. 

My good friend @Forlackofpassion spent some time over in the Czech Republic, and came home with a bottle of Czech Absinthe. We proceeded to casually drink it one evening. Most of the bottle. 

What I’ll tell you is that at the end of the night… I was dropped off at my house. I suddenly realized I didn’t have my keys and proceeded to stalk the perimeter of the house. I think my thought process was that people might think I was a burglar. So it made SO much sense to ACT like a burglar, thereby canceling out any onlookers suspicions. 

Because clearly: 

Not trying to be a burglar = “Oh hey, I think someone is breaking into Nick’s house”

Totally acting like a burglar = “Oh, it’s probably just Nick locked out”. 

I proceeded to try every window and door… to no avail. All but the little tiny window to the bathroom. You know, that window that is juuuuuust too high to reach? Yeah. That one. 

I piled up what could only be the loosest assortment of non-sturdy materials, and propelled myself up away from the instantaneous crash of said materials below. After what seems like an eternity of wondering why I’ve spent my entire adult life ignoring the notion of upper body strength, I managed to get my leg through the window. It was totally working. 

Enthused at the sudden notion of actually sleeping in my bed as opposed to the unwelcoming blanket that is a New England winters night, I threw caution to the wind and forced my body through the open window all at once. Not accounting for the 4 - 5 drop…. into the bath tub. 

I slammed my shoulder against the faucet on the way down (thankfully not damaging… the faucet.) and felt a horrendous jabbing sensation in my thigh as I lay sprawled across the porcelain. Trying to put a cause to the extremely painful effect led my hand to dig into the pocket of my jeans. I had found the culprit. 

My house keys. 

#drinkresponsiblykids 

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You know, I’m not a super big fan of his music. As an author and a thinker, though…. Henry Rollins is one the best. I wish I could have coffee with him so I could try to relate to him and in return he could tell me to get lost. 
#realisticfan

You know, I’m not a super big fan of his music. As an author and a thinker, though…. Henry Rollins is one the best. I wish I could have coffee with him so I could try to relate to him and in return he could tell me to get lost. 

#realisticfan

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SOTU: My thoughts (or the long blog post that you will skip over, and I won’t blame you)

I just had a chance to sit down and actually read through the transcript of President Obama’s third State of the Union address. Now, before contribute my opinion on the content of the speech, I want to clarify something: I identify as a liberal. I voted for Barack Obama in 2008. I’m a pretty big supporter of a lot of his policy decisions, and a great fan of the many good deeds he has accomplished, or at least attempted to accomplish, within his first term. Hell, I’d be kidding myself if I said I wasn’t going to vote for the man in 2012. I will. 

Having said that… I’ll present some of my thoughts on the content of the address. 

The President opened with an acknowledgment of the hard work, dedication, and commitment of our men and women in uniform.  It was an appropriate and well deserved nod, given that we’ve been asking so much of a service spread too thin in two needless wars over the course of the past decade. The list of achievements that followed was to be expected, as it is an election year, and this is in effect his first stump speech. And one could also expect the analogy that followed, asking us to “Imagine what we could accomplish if we followed their example.”  He describes the potential in the practice of banding together selflessly in the interest of propelling our country into a less divided future (an obvious knock at our shamefully divided, oppositional, and perpetually stalemated Congress). 

President Obama then shared an anecdote about his grandparent’s experience during the everyone-does-their-fair-share mentality of World War II, and informed us that, by the precedent set by how America pulled itself up by the bootstraps in the post-war era, we would do the same. 

This is a nice sentiment. A lot of people that I have discussed this issue with share the same positive outlook by looking to the past in order to find a template for how we should proceed as a nation. Unfortunately, I don’t think it’s an appropriate analogy. At all. 

The America that has been glorified through 50+ years of cultural outlets – movies, television, media, etc – is based on the unrealistic expectation of infinite growth. We exited World War II with heavy losses, sure, but we were fortunate enough to not have suffered any major damage to our national infrastructure. There were no great battles (equivalent to the ones fought in Europe and the Pacific) fought here. So while the rest of the developed world lay in ruins, we got busy selling… everything. We were without competition for YEARS. Decades, even. Of course we became the most prosperous nation on the planet. 

That might seem a bit irrelevant while discussing the topic at hand. I would argue, however, that it is the crux of the problem with our entire political system. We are expecting infinite growth in every arena of our culture. This isn’t Leave it to Beaver, this is Wall Street. We are a culture obsessed.  If it isn’t growing, it’s dead. 

Again, “How does it relate?” 

This speech, while I’m not trying to knock the President because I DO like and support him, is a good representation of how our entire political system works. 

Values. Liberty. Freedom. 

We live in a culture where you get full credit for writing the title on the page. It doesn’t quite matter if the rest of the page is blank, or filled with antonymous content. As long as our leaders are standing in front of us and giving the word of the day, we cheer like the furniture in Pee Wee’s Playhouse. 

These words, more and more, seem hollow to me. I think President Obama is doing his best, and I honestly believe he genuinely means what he says. It’s just that we have a system in place that tacitly states that in order to GET to where you would have the ability to affect change… you must submit to a myriad of corporations and interest groups and lobbyists to be able to AFFORD to get there. 

By the time a well-respected, honest, and passionate politician such as President Obama got into the White House, he was beholden to the board room. Now you could argue that, once in office, the President could simply go on about his business. Right? Well, not if that meant going against the wishes of the very deep pockets of his contributors, who could then in turn vote against him in the next election with the absence of funds in his campaign… and the addition of funds to his competitor. It’s not personal, folks. It’s business. 

Which is precisely the problem.

The rest of the speech, as far as proposed policy changes go, was positive. There were a lot of great ideas presented. I fully support things like removing the tax cut for the wealthiest Americans, job training for the unemployed, addressing the issue of the skyrocketing cost of college tuition, and the renewal in our investment in alternative energy sources. All wonderful ideas. 

It would be wonderful if I heard these phrases again before the next State of the Union address. 

Instead, it seems that we’ll continue down a path where we hold up international developments like the Arab Spring, a widespread movement of political distress in response to decades of oppression, as proof of our shining example of democracy on the world stage… and then completely fail to mention… ONCE… that, for months, your entire country was covered in the biggest populist movement since the 1960’s. And in response? We pass legislation that declares America as a battleground, and allows the military to, in effect, shut down any and all protests without question. 

Nice job, America.  

The President is spot on when he says that, “Washington is broken”. Unfortunately for us, this seems to be the new form of political dialogue. It seems that everyone in Washington is now the “outsider” crying foul on the rest of the political community. President Obama, in my opinion, is doing a lot more than most to address this, and I appreciate that. I just don’t think that we currently have a system in place in which one man or women, or even an entire political party, could do away with the level of corruption that is inherent in the way we choose our leaders. And that is, ultimately, what they are. We do not have representation. We have leaders. Leaders with stockholders and boardrooms to which they answer.

Having said all that… I will close by saying, again, that I’m a supporter of the President. I think he’s doing the best he can. It’s just a shame we’ve let the system get so bad that a leader with SUCH potential is bound by so much red tape and the weight of decades of corruption upon his back. 

It’s a shame. 

Took some notes while reading the State of the Union address. Expect a post that will probably be a TL;DR.

Took some notes while reading the State of the Union address. Expect a post that will probably be a TL;DR.

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Brand New

—Jesus Christ

moondwellers:

Jesus Christ // Brand New

Well, Jesus Christ, I’m not scared to die,
I’m a little bit scared of what comes after
Do I get the gold chariot?
Do I float through the ceiling?
Do I divide and fall apart?
‘cause my bright is too slight to hold back all my dark.

I will never write a song as good as this. 

End of story. 

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discoverynews:

In Event of Moon Disaster

On July 18 of 1969, as the world waited anxiously for Apollo 11 to land safely on the surface of the Moon, speechwriter William Safire imagined the worst case scenario as he expertly wrote the following sombre memo to President Nixon’s Chief of Staff, H. R. Haldeman. Its contents: a contingency plan, in the form of a speech to be read out by Nixon should astronauts Neil Armstrong and Buzz Aldrin become stranded on the moon, never to return, followed by some brief instructions relating to its broadcast. Luckily for all those involved, the memo was never needed.

Image courtesy of The National Archives.

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