I know I haven’t been updating this thing lately, but with things so busy and the fact that I no longer have a decent camera, it’s easy to see why. I plan on changing that soon…
Anyway, here’s what’s going on the Miata in a couple of weeks. Just waiting for the other pair as well as my hubrings and lugs. (click for bigger pictures…if you want to anyway)
Against the stock wheel/tire combo
More to come, I promise this time.
So it is now 2011.
I spent my New Year’s Eve at 924 Gilman with Rebecca. I normally stay home in fear that I’ll be struck by a drunk driver, but this year, it was time to get over that fear and go to a punk show. I got to see Monster Squad again. The first show I had ever been to was at the Gilman, and sure enough, Monster Squad played as well. At the time, they weren’t headliners. If I recall correctly, Plan 9 had headlined that show. Anyway, I had fun and went home with In Desperation’s 7″, ‘Floods.’ They stood out at that show, partly because no one was into them and they weren’t playing punk. I don’t remember the last time I saw a gathering of that many mo-hawks, jean vests, liberty spikes, or patched up materials of clothing. I honestly felt old. There were tons of kids there with anarchy symbols written on their pants, all of whom I’m assuming have no idea what it means. As gross as that assumption is, I was the same way when I was 12~13, saw that Global Threat had it written on their clothing and thought it would be cool to write it on my backpack.
I want 2011 to be different. I’ve already started to make my changes late in 2010, but I want to continue to improve myself, whether academically, physically, or musically. These are all things I want to improve upon. I’m not much for resolutions, but I’m all for improvement.
Here’s to a new year.
Oh, and here’s a video from the show. I am in mosh retirement, except for some very rare occasions…this wasn’t one of those occasions.
In the middle of writing my paper for my religious studies class, I figured I’d take a break and do a quick little update featuring my top 10 albums for 2010. I won’t go into detail about the albums cause I would like to think it’s up to you to listen to the album and find out way it’s in the top 10. These are in no particular order, so have at it.
American Slang – The Gaslight Anthem
Keepers of the Faith – Terror
The Golden Age – Go Rydell
Life Swallower – Alpha and Omega
Lock and Key – Cruel Hand
The Speakeasy – Smoke or Fire
Rohnert Park LP – Ceremony
Deathbed - Birds of an Oncoming Storm
Coldest Winter, Darkest Reaches of the Mind – Crucified
Keep This to Yourself – Transit
Have at it. Yeah, I’ve been lacking with the updates. Sorry to all those that actually follow this blog. I’ll try to make a better effort at updating this thing.
Gabe xxx
Listen to this while you read…or not.
No, this is not about the mileage I’ve accumulated on my Miata. It’s about life.
I could sit here and talk about all the things that have been changing in my life. I can talk about how I am trying in school, even though I feel like the act of graduating keeps escaping my grasp, or how I wear earplugs to shows now. I can talk about how I’m managing my money or how I wake up at 6:30am almost everyday. I can also talk about how I’ve pulled out piercings or how I’m trying to be more ‘clean cut.’ I can…But I won’t.
Why not? Well, cause it’s fucking boring. I get it, we all grow up sometime, I just feel like I’m forcing myself to grow up. It’s hard to deal with the fact that I’ve got to be serious for once. Sorry, but responsibility still will not get the best of me. Its probably every parents’ dream to see their kids succeed or be happy, grow old, have a mortgage, have pregnancy scares, and so forth. What seems to be scaring me the most is that I am not prepared to do any of these things. 22 years on this planet and I have no idea what the hell I’m doing. I’m just racking up miles on this fat mess of a body of mine, chugging along and growing old.
I’m trying to assume the role of the twenty-something, finishing up school and figuring out if I want to go to grad school or head straight into the work force. Maybe one of these days I’ll wake up and I’ll feel like doing all these things, but for right now, I dread that day. Yeah, I get it — these are first world problems. I guess you can say I’m a victim of the middle class, but even that sounds rubbish.
Surely, there will be some people that will tell me to grow the fuck up. I assure you, it’s more complicated than that. Whenever I think about where I am or what I am doing (or trying to do?), I feel my shoulders becoming heavier and my mood nosedives. Is this really what I want, or is it what I’m talking myself into? Surely, I should be every bit as excited as the next person, but I’m not. I don’t enjoy this feeling, not one bit, however it’s probably something I have to do.
‘Give me attention. Flash. Give me adoration. Flash. Give me a break. Flash.’ - Chuck Palahniuk
Lately, I’ve been in between being utterly upset and up in arms happy. Part of me wants to grow up and the other wants to stay the same.
I’ve grown tired of cars. I’ve been wanting to sell everything and fit myself with a beige Camry. It is not so much that I’m becoming a jaded old dude, but driving as much as I do, I’m starting to want creature comforts, a quiet, spacious, and comfortable cabin. I would also like this said vehicle to be fitted with an automatic transmission. I swear, this is the death of me.
I’m also starting to explore other musical genres. Don’t get me wrong, I still listen to hardcore and all its subgenres within this subgenre, but lately I need something a little more calming and settling, ala Tiger’s Jaw or Pedro the Lion.
I guess lately I’ve wanted to reinvent myself. The problem is, me being me, change is something that I would resist.
