Thursday, February 26, 2009

Words I'd Like To Hear In A Rap Song


an iron-containing respiratory pigment of vertebrate red blood cells that consists of a globin composed of four subunits each of which is linked to a heme molecule, that functions in oxygen transport to the tissues after conversion to oxygenated form in the gills or lungs, and that assists in carbon dioxide transport back to the gills or lungs after surrender of its oxygen.

Rap Definition: Weiner


the expression by means of symbolic fictional figures and actions of truths or generalizations about human existence.

Rap Definition: Big, fat, ghetto booty


a relation existing between phenomena or things or between mathematical or statistical variables which tend to vary, be associated, or occur together in a way not expected on the basis of chance alone.

Rap Definition: Putting your weiner into a big, fat, ghetto booty


a substance (as beta-carotene or vitamin C) that inhibits oxidation or reactions promoted by oxygen, peroxides, or free radicals.

Rap Definition: Weiner

I Usually Watch Myself

One more week to go. I hope this movie makes me cry. Tears of joy.

Sunday, February 22, 2009

Free Boat Ride for 3.... THOUSAND

This song isn't just funny, but it's also true. At least for me it is.

So I've been busy on my new boat for the past month. That's all there really is to it. What do we do? We train and train and maintain and maintain so that when the time comes (it's coming soon) and we're called to act, we don't die defending freedom and democracy around the world. And then you repeat when you get back for the NEXT time the time comes.

I don't know why SWOs get so much shit; they probably have the toughest lives of anyone in the Navy. I guess you could defend that supposedly anyone could do this job (commissioned Naval officers, that is), but there's something to be said of the endlessly, tiring days and work that just never seem to go away, even when you're not on the boat. It's kind of a bitch to put up with so much.

It probably could have been put more eloquently, but I think blunt words are far more effective and true with the lives of SWOs and other sea warriors.

God. Some days, I'm not even sure if the sun woke up and did it's job for the day.

This post is all filler, no killer.

Wednesday, February 4, 2009

I Listen to the Wind of My Soul

Writing a blog isn't easy. Ok, maybe it is. Writing it well ISN'T.

I always thought I wanted to be a columnist or someone who wrote for a living. And I don't mean just any writing. I mean writing creatively or expressing my opinions; putting myself into the work. And not just about one subject. I want(ed) to write about topics and subjects that change; write about anything.

Thanks, blogs. Thanks to you, everyone is a columnist. Though that's always been around since angelfire websites and xanga.

But now I find it difficult to continually find new and refreshing things to write about. I don't want to fall into one of those "cliche" blogs:

1) Your life on a daily/weekly/monthly basis
2) Things you find online
3) "Dear Diary..."

I'm sure I'd be able to list at least one or two more "cliche" blogs if I sat and thought about it, but God knows I'm just trying to keep afloat and churn this one out. Anyway, the point is that I didn't want my blog to have a focus or run on a template, like you'd be able to predict and expect something from me everyone I made a new entry (though, I guess there is something to be said for consistency.. but that's something I've thought about long enough to write about).

The only consistent thing I wanted in my blog was my writing. My voice. My opinion. The way I "speak".

That's why I have a bunch of different forms of writing and topics in my blog. I'm continuously trying to keep myself fresh; dabble in different ways of speaking for myself on different things.

Maybe that's why I keep trying to write music. Changing the melody and changing the words gives just enough variety in writing, while still providing you the opportunity to make sure it's told your way, and that people know it's yours.

So take it from me: the best way to stay fresh is to just say the most blatantly outrageous shit anyone's ever heard. The only thing consistent about that is that they don't know what you'll say next.

Predictably unpredictable.

In honor of the Super Bowl, and all those who DTC: