Personal Rebellion

Today's blog will be unencumbered by pretense or preface. Just imagine me reading it in the tone of voice you use to speak to friends when you get routed to their voicemail answering machines.
Don't Do What You're Told
We Don't need to. We're Young.

"That's what real love amounts to - letting a person be what he really is. Most people love you for who you pretend to be. To keep their love, you keep pretending - performing. You get to love your pretence. It's true, we're locked in an image, an act - and the sad thing is, people get so used to their image, they grow attached to their masks. They love their chains. They forget all about who they really are. And if you try to remind them, they hate you for it, they feel like you're trying to steal their most precious possession." -Jim Morrison
Don't Sell Out
there's no one buyin' it pays in this world to play out your passions.

There was once a young cellist playing in the orchestra. Nineteen years old he had signed up for the paying gig, fresh out of school, lured by the prospect of touring the world. From Italy and Europe he visited the Americas traveled from one exotic city to the next. He was good, but young, and in the old-school mindset of those among the orchestra's ranks he not given his due chance to shine. Until one night. They were scheduled to perform at the opera house in Rio de Janeiro. The production was of Verdi's Aïda. But before they could begin their conductor was booed by the audience and forced to leave the podium. He took the music with him. When a replacement failed to arrive, the young cellist filled in, proceeding to conduct the entire score from memory. That young man became the great conductor Arturo Toscanini.

Providence. As they say, your ship only comes in once. But once you catch that ship.... who's to say what ports may call?

The way the strange city breathed
smelled like crayons.
full-breasted tulips heaving daylight through the towers
in luscious gasps of life

some people let the road lead them. Others take hold of the wheel.

Turn off your computer
have an unprovoked conversation. That's real life.
SuppleSextusCinString signed on at Thurs Mar 29 13:58
SuppleSextusCinString: o what ar youup to?
DMsqdMn17: I'm at work. U?
SuppleSextusCinString: I acually was, uh, thinkn about not goin to work
SuppleSextusCinString: They fucked up my schedule so I can't take classes... they put me on secund shift..
DMsqdMn17: shit.
SuppleSextusCinString: and I need some a dvice. i would just drop the classess... i know thats the kinda thin you always advocate... but I think we jus passed the Drop Date and so if I drop...
SuppleSextusCinString: my gpa will go down so far that i'll never be abel to aply to another 4yr instiution agin
DMsqdMn17: Under any other circumstances I would say fuck school. But you caught me right in the middle of writing today's blog. And following with the theme I would say it'd only be right to stick with the classes.
SuppleSextusCinString: I've already paid so much money to this damn school
DMsqdMn17: And there are plenty more jobs out there
SuppleSextusCinString: right
DMsqdMn17: It's uncharacteristic of me I know. But its the truth. Stick with the classes. The rest will fall into place.
SuppleSextusCinString: ok we'l see. thanks for the advice oh yeah, I've got a grea t bandname for yo Lumpy Oatmeal Phenomenon
DMsqdMn17: No Problem Man. Good luck.
DMsqdMn17: Anything else you'd like to say on the blog today?
SuppleSextusCinString: oh yeah, I've got a grea t bandname for yo
SuppleSextusCinString: Lumpy Oatmeal Phenomenon
DMsqdMn17: HA!
SuppleSextusCinString signed off at Thurs Mar 29 14:11

The Masqued Man
Tellin' it like it is. With class.

"Now get your fat ass in gear" -Confuscius