Poliko Says:

Oh noes! Three full days with no post! Cue me to the rescue!

2009-10-31T12:20:00.005-05:00

Yes Yes Yes, I know, three full days without a post. How did you all (and by all I mean the three of you who read this) actually survive? Eh, well I'll go ahead and issues my apologies. Wednesday was not a great day for me, and if you know me at all and know my obsession with Yankees baseball, that would be why it wasn't so great. Thursday I simply did not have the time (though the Yankees did win) due to my commitments to work and friends (hooray for IHOP coffee). Yesterday I picked up a HDD for my Xbox360 and was gaming most of the day after I worked. So yeah...on that last one, that's just me being a lazy American I guess. But goddamn I am an American!

So, I suppose that takes me to the point of today, this wonderfully mundane Saturday. Oh, and Happy Halloween to all of you. This holiday just makes me think of me ten years ago, when I was on my last trick-or-treat run. I miss those days, and for more reasons than just the candy. The days before I was legal to work and legal to acquire debt. The days before I worried over phone bills, car payments, insurance, employment, benefits, credit reports, etc. Those were some amazing times. When I was 13 I was playing Pokemon and watching Dragonball Z. Now, I still do play the Pokemon, but I watch hipster indie flicks, play music religiously, and spend the majority of my time buried in a book. Yeah, I've come a long way in ten years, a long way to less money, less education, and less friends. Life! Can't stop it, so just ride the wave right?

Bajingo, that sure got depressing in a hurry! Sorry if that little bit threw you off or anything. I'm not in a downer mood, just reflective today it seems. Funny how the holidays manage to pull that psychological shit on you from time to time. Hm how about a fun subject, such as music! What a shock, I bet you are thinking. The musician wishes to talk about music. Hey, I'm just being true to the man in the mirror. Anyway, a good friend and myself began a project a little over a month ago. It's mostly indie/acoustic/folk type of stuff, but it's relaxing and we don't rush a thing. By that I mean we never set practice days; we just meet up when we are able to. Well, that process has led us to having about 14 songs that are absolutely finished, and 45 other ideas. It's great and the creativity is like a river. We hope to record some of this stuff soon, and we are actually setting a date for a potential show. Nothing big or glorious, just a coffee house show with good friends. He plays guitar, percussion and sings, whereas I play bass, piano, and guitar. Basically, picture two guys sitting in a pile of instruments, just flowing from one to the other for certain parts of songs. I have to say, it's been the most fulfilling musical project I've ever had the good fortune to be a part of.

OK, narcissistic rant, check! Moving on, though not very far. Music recommendations for this post are Ugly Casanova (Isaac Brock from Modest Mouse leads this one), She & Him, Thrice, and let's round it off with Battles. A decent blend and one I find to be damn amazing on certain days. Literature recommendations are "Diary" by Chuck Palahniuk. I know I've touched base on this one before, but I felt the need to push it again. I'm currently reading "Lullaby" by Chuck Palahniuk and also "The Purpose Driven Life" by Rick Warren (just wanted to see what the hype was about). No film recommendations due to how I haven't had the chance to watch anything lately.

Well maybe I need to stop here. I've rambled, ranted, bitched and bragged long enough. To those of you who do read this, thank you for caring just enough to actually see what is travelling through my thoughts. Also, the vlog is in the works. I have a script for it and everything, just need to get the filming started. I want it to be somewhat decent, so I'm trying to put some effort in it. Again, other ways to check into what I'm up to are listed at the bottom. I'll even put up an email address if you wish to send me information on books, music or film. Until the next one (hopefully tomorrow) I hope your dreams become your realities.

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Well, I'm convinced, but you'll never win over the elderly.

2009-10-27T14:58:00.003-05:00

Oh dear, oh my. Those crazy scientists at NASA are up to it again. Those huge brains, that large income of tax money, and all the equipment, chemicals, tools and mechanics they need to create such instruments of vast power and ability to explore the cosmos. But, wait, a cloud! Scrub the launch guys, nature's ball of built up precipitation just killed our dreams.

Anyway, sorry; I had to get that off. I know you want the best conditions possible for a test run, but it will always kill me that a few clouds can disrupt the best that rocket science literally has to offer. But then again, I atleast applaud them for being responsible enough to where if they don't feel they will succeed, they won't waste tax dollars on something that will probably fail. Even though apparently it's trendy to waste tax dollars on fail things such as corporate bonuses or companies that literally don't ensure the future of our nation in any shape, form or fashion.

So yesterday I spoke about a book I was reading ("Diary" by Chuck Palahniuk). Well I managed to finish that novel late last night, and if there was ever a book I could recommend every day for the rest of my life, it would be this book. Beautifully written, great storyline and excellent character development. Then again, what else would you expect from someone such as Chuck Palahniuk, author of novels such as "Fight Club", "Snuff", "Choke", and "Lullaby". The man is probably the greatest and most important author in American literature today. Next on my to-read list is Greg Bear's "City at the End of Time". It's a science fiction romp, and so far (after completing the first chapter) it has my attention. That is saying alot, trust me. As soon as the back cover closes, I'll give you a review.

Tomorrow is Game 1 of the World Series between the Yankees and the Phillies (I shouldn't have to say which city they each call home). I am a die-hard, life long Yankees fan (with a tattoo to back the claim), and half of my family lives in Queens, New York. While I feel the Yanks will win this series, it will be a close one, probably going six or seven games. The Phillies have just as much power hitting as we do, and their pitching is dominant too. We do have great starting pitching, but I believe the Yankees will get their edge when it comes to the bullpens. Plus, Mariano Rivera > Brad Lidge. Simple math you know.

Well that's all I will ramble on for today. I'll list some other sites below that you can keep up with the mess that is me. Stay on the looks for my vlog. Finally have all the equipment ready to go, just need to get a solid script and idea for it. I love my friends, but hey I love you too!

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Everything is made of nothing.

2009-10-26T14:23:00.002-05:00

Hrm..hrm hrm hmm...so many things to talk about, that I'm not sure the Interweb has room! Ok, a bit of an exaggeration maybe, but I'm sticking with it. Makes for a classy science fiction storyline: "The Blog That Filled The Internet!!!" Or it sounds like a God-awful porn. Oh well, we shall continue.

Sports! Yeah, that's always a fun place to kick off (teehee, see what I did there?). The Yankees clinched the ALCS last night with a spectacular pitching performance from Andy Petite and a damn good offensive display from the Yankees lineup. I'm pretty stoked for the World Series; Game 1 is Wednesday night in the Bronx. Phillies v Yankees; should be quite a damn good series. I say the Yankees win it in six games.

Ok, time to discuss matters of a more "intellectual" or "sophisticated" view. Or atleast that's what I'd like you to believe so you stick around. On the literature front lines, I am still reading "Diary" by Chuck Palahniuk. The guy is a damn amazing author. His style is by far the most unique since Poe, in my mind. But then again, I'm a 23 year old Wal-Mart employee with just a high school diploma. So please, consider me a grain of salt. After I finish this novel, I plan to jump into Greg Bear's "City at the End of Time". I've never even heard of this author, but it grabbed my eyes at the library, so why not take a chance? And speaking of libraries, I have a little something for you to try the next time you happen to find yourself in one. When you are searching for your read, try to just walk the aisles with your eyes roaming free. Don't let any inhibitions stop you; as soon as you see a cover or title that grabs your mind, pick it up and take it home. Don't read the inside covers or critic reviews on the back cover; just take the book and go. I've found some damn good ones this way (and yes, a few horrible ones).

-Coffee Break-

Ah, well that makes life much better, the daily coffee. I went with a cup of classic roast mixed with french vanilla creme. Good sweet Krishna it is amazing and truly is making the colors shine brighter. While I'm on the subject of brighter colors, let's talk about films. I have to say that the two I've seen lately that I absolutely recommend are Shrink (Starring Kevin Spacey) and King of California (Starring Michael Douglas). I won't get into too deep of a plot-line conversation about both films, but they are both small budget works that really have a near perfect blend of comedy and drama. Shrink has Kevin Spacey playing the part of a Hollywood psychologist who helps various star clients, all while battling his own addiction to painkillers and drugs. His father, also a psychologist, recommends he takes on the case of high school girl who has gone through similar tragedies. The connection he makes with this girl helps them both get through their tough times. The film has wonderful character development among all it's cast, and to be honest I barely scratched on the entire storyline. Please give this film a shot and I'll bet my Joe Montana autographed football that you won't be disappointed. The next film I mentioned was King of California. I won't even launch into a description, but rather throw the trailer on here for you. Shit, I should have done that with the first one.

Basically, go see the two films I mentioned. You will feel much better about everything if you do.

Well I will stop this rambling show of nonsense now. I'm going out (after my coffee of course) to take some photos and maybe even make my first Vlog (wowzers!). Until the next time, I hope you stay interested and I hope your friends have fun laughing at you for reading this!

Nature > ALCS Game 6.

2009-10-24T18:02:00.002-05:00

Yeah, the title sums up my feelings. Nature gets in the way of my anxiety attack and postpones the Yankees v Angels Game 6 of the ALCS until tomorrow night at 7pm. Oh well, atleast I'll be able to work in peace.

Anyway, work approaches and I feel very uneasy about it. Granted, it's only a 4 1/2 hour shift, but it's a Saturday and for some reason those Satur prefix days cause the general public to go ape-shit. Not to mention the usual riff-raff of tax abusing citizens (food stamps) that I get to deal with on a general basis. Yet I have to march forward with the same mantra that gets me through every other work day: Pays bills, pays for my music.

Well this post is short because my time is running out. I meant to throw up a decent one before work, but the Tennessee v Alabama football game screwed that notion to hell. I'll have some more..uh...deep and meaningful conversation for you all later. Until then, try having a few friends come read through my posts. Maybe they'll get some laughs out of it. Or atleast just laugh at me. It's a win-win.

Oh, and I think I'll start putting some photography on here. Amateur would be a very polite way to classify my photograph skills, but I enjoy it anyway.

Woops, nearly forgot I even had this. I, Fail.

2009-10-23T18:06:00.002-05:00

What a day, what a day. Had to take the car in yesterday morning to find out what the hell causes it scream like a banshee being raped. They finally called me back today and told me it was my Cam Shaft Synchronizer, whatever the hell that happens to be. All I know is that it's a $465 part. Lovely; Ford and Capitalism win again. I am most displeased with those two fellows.

What else, what else. Ah yes, work situation. Well that is rather easy actually. Still working at Wal-Mart and it still manages to find new ways to get too deep into my head. I've applied at new jobs all over the place, and even signed up to take EMT classes in January, but nothing is happening to bring immediate relief. Oh well, life is circular, so I basically threw myself into this position.

Yeah, I'm still playing music; friend of mine and I have a new project going. It's nothing at all grand or glorious, but it makes me forget about the times, and that is quite fine with me. It's fun and relaxing, and that's all I ever ask from music.

Anyway, I'll cut this off here. I'll try and update this more often, to all two or three of you out there who even check this thing. Hope your dreams are your realities.

Oh, there I am.

2009-09-08T16:44:00.002-05:00

Yes yes, it has been quite some time. I sit here, writing this to you, from my desk in my current room. I say current because I have no idea when I'll be moving again, so I don't want to put the label "permanent" on anything. What has been going on? Well it has been six days since my last post, and while I can't recall every event accurately, I can just give you some summaries.

Work: Well work is what it is and nothing more. Wal Mart treats me with the same dignity as it does it's clientele (I'll let you figure that one out), but it does pay for all my bills so I can't argue the fact that it serves a purpose. I have no intentions of letting this become a career. To be honest, I have no realization of what my career shall wind up being. Oh well, I suppose I need to get somewhat of a higher education for that. And speaking of education...

Education: Last week while on a lunch break, I ran into my old college Jazz Band instructor. He is a really down-to-earth kind of guy, while having strong foundations in his beliefs and opinions. Good guy overall; we get along well. He knew I had yet to finish my degree, and asked me why don't I come back and play some bass for the jazz band. I told him I'd like to, but due to my mistakes (and that's putting it mildly) in my past, the college refuses to let me in, even though I will of course be paying out of my pocket for my classes and supplies. He then thought on this and proceeded to tell me to come by his office sometime this week so we can look over my transcripts and "see how bad the damage is". Well I know it's not pretty by any standards, but hopefully he can talk to the right people and at least get me another chance (yes undeservedly so) to prove that I have gained some maturity. I have been out of college for two years, and through all I've experienced in that short time frame, I'm ready for a serious run at a degree.

Well those are the major events taking place; I told you it was nothing grand or specific. Life has been very relaxed lately, to the point where I'm slipping into a comfortable state of acceptance, and that scares me. I play my games, run my fantasy football teams, watch sports religiously, listen and play music frequently, and watch films like mad crazy. It's calming, but yet it's stationary. Hopefully some new developments will happen this week, and my spark will once again be lit. Hopefully...

1:05am, but this goes out to yesterday I say.

2009-09-02T01:05:00.003-05:00

Oh life, and how your wheel spins in a constant state of crazed emotions, blended finely with dashes of reason and common sense. Truly a remarkable few days, yet littered with common events.

Not quite sure where to begin here. Work is as it is; nothing new or romantic about it. No new adventures, no new ideas coming to mind on it. It simply is a means to whatever the ends are I'm pursuing. And those ends are quite befuddled in my mind currently. Sure, dreams of being a successful writer still trample my everyday thought process, but dreams of being a valid musician (interesting way to put it) also surface from time to time. I suppose I just want to feel very complete about what I do, and I want it to come from me. Not my hands or mind, but from the essence of myself. My spirit, if you will. This sounds like a repeat from my last post, so I'll cut the "future dreams" session off here.

Aside from work, what has occupied my time over the past few days would be writing, baseball games, fantasy football, music and gaming. Typical sounding items from a 23 year old male's life. The writing has been productive (I'll post some work soon), the Yankees are winning as usual, my fantasy football teams seem solid, the music is flowing quite well and the gaming is...well in perfect honesty, a waste of time seeing how it contributes nothing to where I'm trying to be. But I suppose that isn't fair; it does provide a certain amount of leisure so I may relax after work and the like. Either way, it's been overall very calm in life. Now that brings up the question as to why did I write such an introduction? Well it's that calmness that has me feeling so enamored with life at the moment. I don't usually find such tranquility, so when I do I tend to hold on tight and make a big fuss of the matter.

Well it's sleep time. Sorry for the delay in posts and sorry for the short length of this one. Tomorrow will bring new updates and new life changes, or so I hope! Stick with me, I promise my story will get better. Goodnight, dream well.

Calm Night with a Timid Day

2009-08-30T01:11:00.002-05:00

All's well that end's well, or so it is said. Just not too entirely sure on what is supposed to be ending or beginning.

I'm not too overly concerned with my future, but I am enough to at least want to be doing something about it. I'm 23 years old and feeling like I'm still 19. That isn't good at all, but it's definitely able to be remedied. I have a steady job, stable car, decent financial set up, and I do hang out with friends, play music, watch films and sports, and game. So it's not as if I'm being a complete failure, but I'm just not moving forward.

I realize a college degree would be a positive step in the right direction, and I fully intend to take classes in the spring to finally begin my journey to that destination, but that is a goal that has never really given me fire. What I mean by that is simply it has never fully motivated me to push myself forward at 110%. Does this mean I am simply wasting my years away? I would like to think not. The fire that lights my passion (and has for the past four years) has been music and writing. I write poetry quite often and I play music at the same level of frequency. It's been a long standing goal and dream of mine to be a published author and a successful musician. I will eventually achieve these dreams, and I'll rejoice in the clouds they float upon. Until that day, I think I'll march forward much the same way I always have

Well I hope this hasn't been too boring for you, my faithful readers. Sure, there isn't much here of what I did all day, what my plans for the next day are, etc etc. The usual things you'd find in a blog or diary (seeing how that's what this is, in some ways). As I've stated, I find no reason to structure this. I simply write as I feel, and that is usually the most beautiful way to write. Goodnight friends; I hope your dreams are your realities.

Animal C(ruelty)ontrol, and other issues.

2009-08-27T23:16:00.002-05:00

Well here I am, at 11:17PM on a Thursday night, pondering the many things this day has shown me. I have turned on The Devin Townsend Project (KI), and am sipping on some fine brew. Many things of thought, anger, frustration, simplicity and romance float through my head as if tomorrow comes at a turtles speed. I'm fine with this though; Perhaps it's time to be fine with the things in life that I simply must release the control I thought I had.

The day began with simple things such as breakfast, showering, some musical wanderings across the fretboard of my guitar. A friend of mine sent me a message via phone, asking if I can come be there for him and his fiance as they were about to go to a court hearing. The hearing pertained to the recent capture of their dog by our city's Animal Control (I would refer to them as our own little Gestapo, but my anger just can not handle being brought forth for the thousandth time this day). To wrap this up in a neat little bundle, the judge and city attorney (Gestapo) thought this animal was "vicious" and decided to have the poor pup put down. No, I shall use "murdered" for this context.

This whole event has brought forth the conditions in which our "Animal Adoption Center" currently forces its residents to live in. It's cruelty, something of a third world nation sort of condition. I shall blog more on that subject at a future date, but to give a small preview I intend to go back down there with a digi-cam, take photos, and send these photos and letters off to organizations such as PETA and news outlets from local to national. Call me a simpleton, but I simply can not stand for such treatment of animals. It's a simply screw up in our evolution that we somehow ordained ourselves the judges of when animals may live or die, when infact we are animals as well. We just happened to win the evolutionary race to get past our instincts (if you want to call what we have become a victory...).

If you have stuck with me this far, I applaud you and thank you. I have stated that I will rant on various subjects. Poliko has a strong heart and stubborn mind, and he will spill them forward like rivers through your eyes and minds. I'll leave you here, and if you resonate at all with my cause toward better conditions for Animal Adoption Centers, please voice your support, or simply rally for the cause in your own location. Goodnight, and good luck.

The Unsung

2009-08-26T20:03:00.005-05:00

(Sidenote: first post here and I'm deciding to go poetic with it. Stick with me, this story gets better.)

Windows show more desecration than mirrors these days.
These times are trying, yet we must try to be trying to the times.
I have no clue where my clues are anymore,I simply press forward into the grand abyss of fate's morbid joke.
Please, spare me your flaunts of your mythological dogmas and saviors.
I have no desire to hear fairytales on this day.
My words are pretentiously meant for the Unsung, for those
Who have stories of grand illustration, yet no word ever reached paper.
Humanity has lost its connection with the common, the blissful,
The ever-so-meaningful mundane within our species.
We taunt the worlds other inhabitants with our "intellect",
Bestowing ourselves with the authority (unnaturally) to determine
When life can begin or end for the other species we room with here.
It's blasphemy, and of the true kind, not of your fairytale lords and ladies.
My love and care for humanity is hanging on by a sinew of hope,
But even that is tantamount to having belief in the love of death.
I have no more to give, nothing to spare to those currently breathing.
Those that meant the heart of our spirit are unknown or in the embrace of death.
The true irony of all my words, present here on this day,
Is this simple statement of self-realization:
Our spirit holds with the Unsung, yet if they were to be known,
The spirit itself would perish.
Stay silent, you unknown keepers of humanity,
And let us fall off our self-made cliffs.

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Well I hope you enjoyed that little poetical dabble. As stated in numerous places on this blog, it shall not all be poetry. No my friends, it's not a green field covered in rainbows and lollipops; this shall soon have harsh rambles of grand metaphoric and realistic design!