The Face Of A New Portugal

She married a resolute man.  Very austere.  Many disgruntled would-be suitors would say underneath their breath, 'That's what she gets.' 'It's her loss.' 'Serves her right.', because they don't see him as she does.  They see the Republican.  The face of a new Portugal.  They see how he walks, not hand in hand with her, but directing her with a stern hand on the small of her back.  They don't see the kisses that he places on her forehead when he leaves each morning.
They see how the boys follow directly behind him, with the most erect of postures.  Never can one say they've seen them shouting or running around even when surrounded by children who are.
They don't get the intimate moments when he's not in the public eye.  On the evening hours in his slacks and bare feet kicked up, reading the gazette to the children.  The way he intently closes his eyes with that first inhale of a fresh cigar.  They've never seen him passionate, which he often is, either with anger or lust which in either event ultimately has the same effect on her.
He could be a furious man.  Never has he been sentimental but she could live with that.  She'd joke with him in the mornings while he shaves about how he had the mustache of a Republican and how cliche it was for him to have such a mustache. He'd laugh his laugh which was a mono-syllabic grunt the way you think of a sleeping elephant to cough.  That was all she'd get out of him because that's how he'd trained himself.  He believed someone of his stature should never be so compromised as to be doubled over in laughter.  He was very restrained.  When they were young they laughed together.  He'd once said that it was her sense of humor that made him love her above all things.  He didn't have that mustache back then.

From her bath she could reach her pruney foot, dripping all the way, and rub the back of his leg.  He liked that.

Ghostface Killah has single-handedly ruined the new Kanye West/Jay-Z collaborative album, Watch The Throne, for me.  Well I won't say that.  I still enjoy the album very much, but his hilarious review has put a very different perspective on it.  Thanks to Bumoltua for pointing this gem out for me.

In other new developments, I've upgraded to a new 250 Gig XBox 360 with the built in WiFi which allows me to play and enjoy from the comfort of my bed.  Thus making all hope of any productivity lost.

7005!

You know that sweet-ass new position I was so excited about getting last month at work?  Yea, that's the very same one that's being dissolved as of Monday.

When being recruited, I asked specifically if this wasn't a fly-by -night position, because in my place of work specialized teams come and go.  I was assured that the job was here to stay (and to his credit this team had been around for a couple of years already).  So I can't help but to feel a bit bushwaggled.  It's not the worst case scenario, though.  I still keep my sweet schedule but I'm thrown back into the tedium, which I'm not sure whether it's a blessing or a curse considering my 10+ hour days.

I'm determined not to think of it this weekend, however, because I'm on my way to pick up a metric sh*t-ton of cookies from Jimmy's on Belmont and pick up my tux (and it better damn fit right since this is my first opportunity to try it on).  Then I'll be driving about an hour up to Aurora, Ohio for a huge party/wedding weekend in a swank inn. Right now I'm over-packing and desperately searching for a black belt.  Looks like I'm going to have to buy another. The work week will come sooner than expected but if I act as if it doesn't exist then I may just get to enjoy myself for a couple days.

Besides that everything else is on the up & up.  Bitches be crazy.  Frisbees be flyin'.  Another day in the life.


One interesting tidbit that I looked into recently was my text messaging usage. Incoming/Outgoing for
April: 5855
May:  5665
June:  7005

Where the hell do I find the time?

Yet another reason to love Brazil

I've been doing very poorly with my Portuguese.  Actually, I'll take that back because it denotes that I've been working on my Portuguese at all.  I haven't.  I also need to do some research into getting a work visa for the 2016 Brazil Olympics because I'm thinking that's the widest open door for this move and it fits well within my 5ish year time frame.

What I have been doing is a lot of working and not much else.  Well, I'll take that back too because I've also been spending a good amount of that money which is what I shouldn't be doing.  But in my defense it's mostly been in preparation for weddings which I absolutely love.

And also, while typing this, I found yet another reason to love Brazil:

Blindness (2008)

This movie is f*cked up. 

I honestly wish I hadn't watched it.  Not to say in any respect that the movie is bad.  Quite the contrary, it succeeds in what I believe are all the points it's trying to hit.  It's very well shot and masterfully acted by a great cast of characters, some of which underused.  I've become a great fan of the pairing of Julianna Moore and Mark Ruffalo.  The pacing is spot on.  At no point did I feel that the two hours were squandered.  Am I going to read the book after seeing this? Probably.  

My gripe is not with the film-making or the story-telling.  It's with the truth portrayed.  The depths of humanity that we can't bear to acknowledge but are so accurately showcased, unapologetic, in this movie that made my sick to my stomach and angry that I was made to watch it.  The glimpse inside myself to make me question which side of the coin on which I fall.    There are taboos that are not broken in modern media.  Scenarios in which we are have become accustomed to the Dues Ex Machina swooping in the save the day that we don't give it a second thought.  On the rare occasion that a director or story-teller does not turn away the lens and shows what is unjust and rotten; what actually happens in the real world, we become scandalized.  It's this unflinching camera that has earned my disdain.

I make it a point not to read reviews before I contribute my 2 cents and I'm shaking with anticipation to see what's been said about this film.  But regardless of what's been said, regardless of what I've said, I will defend this work.  As allegories go it's not the most original of the lot but it is well put and it will demand your attention.

7.5/10

Machine of Soft Tissues (unfinished and scrapped)

And what did the angels call her? And which one of them was held responsible?  Which of them had the audacity to suggest a creation like her?  This spectacle of femininity.  This anomaly. 
In the morning she stirs and all of God's creatures take notice.
Machine of soft tissues.  Bone and sinew that compose something all together brilliant. With a radiance to rival our very own sun.


Each bat of the lashes like the opening salvos of a decades long war.


Lips that, when pursed, cause hairs to stand on end.  Startling.  That feeling of unintentionally running your fingers through taut cobwebs.


And what did the angels call her?  What did they name perfection? Ah yes; [Omitted].

The Commission

One of my new coworkers has commissioned me for a introduction to rap music sampler.  I pride myself on my ability to put together excellent mixes, but I've had my head so far out of hip hop over the past 5 to 10 years that this has proven to be somewhat of an awakening for me.
She actively asked me for the mix with no provocation or previous conversation on the matter.  I applauded her curiosity and gladly obliged. To add a bit of perspective, this request had come from an adorable petite little porcelain princess who lives in middle american Ohio where, I can only imagine, Confederate flags are a common occurrence on many a neighborhood front porch.   Thusly I consider this an honor and an opportunity to broaden the horizons of someone who is genuinely curious.  I highly doubt that what I had to her will be what she wants or expects.  That's understood and dually noted.  My prejudice places her hip hop knowledge to be limited to that of late 90's Ja Rule and and aught Jay Z.  She also mentioned something about Rhianna which she quickly and sort of apologetically conceded with, 'Oh well, I guess that's not really rap'.
No, my dear. It's not.

I take this duty very seriously and have been working hard on it on my 4 day holiday weekend.  I'm doing a listen-through right now of what I think may be the final cut. I won't post the track listing as, honestly, I don't want to date myself nor am I confident in my choices.  I tried to choose some of those most  accessible and potent songs in my library.  It just so turns out that 6 of the 14 ended up with J Dilla production.  Kanye, Outkast, and The Roots have also made the cut.  Admittedly It's very niche.

While on memory lame I stumbled upon one of the dopest and ballsiest instrumentals, in my opinion, in rap history.  Every now and again Diddy (back then Puff Daddy) would come out with something that reminds you of just how he got on top.  Too bad this track was squandered by one of his many lackluster MCs and his own incessant yelling over top the song.  Here's G-Dep's  'Special Delivery':

It has no bass line!

To be fair, though, Outkast did do that first (and also with no proper drum track) with one of my dearest songs off of their ATLiens album, E.T. (Extraterrestrial):

M83

Dino Valls

I've recently discovered and fallen in love with the work of Dino Valls.

You can view more here.

Biophilia

Although I haven't been completely happy with a Bjork album since Vespertine, I'm still very excited about the new release.

björk: road to crystalline from Björk on Vimeo.

On Mastering the Art of Dining Alone

Let me apologize for my lack of updates.  Things have been a bit topsy-turvy as of late but all in the name of progress.  Good things have been happening and I attribute it 50/50 dumb luck/initiative.

I've recently leveraged myself into a new, more lucrative position that allows me 3 day weekends.  This is good news however you slice it. What it's brought me to realize, though, is that I have nothing to do with my extended weekends.  Ultimate Frisbee Sundays have been going off pretty well for the past several weeks which has been my primary form of exercise.  I haven't been to the gym in quite a few weeks upon realizing that all that time spent on the elliptical hasn't at all prepared my for frisbee season.
But besides frisbee I've been mostly twiddling my thumbs.  I've become very comfortable in the last months with sitting alone at a Chinese buffet or at a sushi bar by myself.  I kinda like the idea of it.  There's a big city isolation about it that I find attractive but it's also lead me to admit to myself that I'm a very lonely individual.

And most certainly not lonely in the 'oh no, we have to find someone to hook Dave up with' way.  Pair coupling would be the worst possible solution.  Whenever I find myself in a situation where I feel that someone is reliant on me for their emotional happiness or if I feel smothered I quickly distance myself and shut down.  It's ultimately a very self destructive pattern.
The loneliness I've been pondering is more of a communal disconnection.  Not to say that I don't have a great circle of friends.  A number of them I spend a good deal of time with.  I think that I've romanticized   the role of the misanthropic loner so much so that I now don't know how to escape that mindset.


Anyhow, this was supposed to be an upbeat entry.  Back to the awesome stuff that's been going on.
My Golden String Radio show, with the working title of The Alchemist Lab, starts today and every Saturday from noon to 2.  Tune in and join on the chat.  There will be guests, freestyle rhyme sessions from individuals who shouldn't be rapping, trivia, and mostly just me being awkward and playing songs because I don't have anything to talk about.

I'll be getting fitted for a tux today for my main man Bumoltua's wedding in Cleveland coming up next month.  I'll also be booking my room because I plan on getting wine drunk in public that night which will be a first and I'm sort of excited about it.  While I'm out that way I'll likely go sit at the sushi bar by myself again and eat all the rolls.  If anyone is in the Boardman OH area in the afternoon/evening and would like to join, feel free. Otherwise I'll be like Dr. Frasier Crane in this season 4 Episode:

I promise to update more frequently than I have been over the past couple months.  I've got a number of drafts that need finished.  I'll likely be posting the playlist for my show on here as well.  Until then, godspeed.

The Dissertation

Excerpt from a recent letter I'd written to [Omitted]:

...The thing about Sisyphus is that he doesn't need chains.  He doesn't require prodding.  His is a labor of love. There is a personal investment in that stone and seeing it perched at the summit of that hill. Respectively his heart breaks each night when it hurdles back down to the valley.  What we have here is an indoctrination. He is not bound to that stone any more than we are bound to our children's well being. Atlas can put the world down any time he likes.

"The struggle itself toward the heights is enough to fill a man's heart. One must imagine Sisyphus happy." - Albert Camus 'The Myth Of Sisyphus'