These guys are good, regardless that they are rainy day soft core.
More rainy day listening.
And heres this...
I think the whistling is what got me hooked...The Drums.. Must have indie rock...
GNAR GNAR GNAR
CULTCREW/alexkennedy01 from Cult Crew on Vimeo.
Old and New from Taylor Dwight on Vimeo.
Alright Kids-
I know I've done you wrong. Like a teenage mother that locks her twin 6 year olds in a dark green minivan for 1 and 1/2 hours on a 103F day in South Carolina while she goes to Bible study. Well. Perhaps not that wrong. But, I did take a little break, but now I'm back, and better than ever.. Think Jordan in his MLB years.
So lets catch up.
As you can tell from the prior posts and photos, I spent the majority of last week in Amsterdam with my beautiful girlfriend, the lovely Katie Robinson. We visited the Rijksmuseum and the Van Gogh Museum, and before you can fathom to even ask- NO- we did NOT go to the Anne Frank House (Haus?). That is NOT my idea of a fun, carefree, relaxing, romantic time with my visiting loved one. Human beings cooped up inside walls like rodents? Say no more, its horrible, it happened, and I do not ever want to entertain those thoughts of horrid human despair again. Thank you, but I'll save the 9Euro for some ice cream and waffles.
But regardless...
We visited the Cannabis College to see how the pros grow Americas Cash Crop, and also took a canal cruise. We were like the 'Cot Damned Griswald Family, snappin photos at the Amsterdam sign and waving peace signs from arms extending from Mickey Mouse T Shirts. (Is that an Asian joke? I dont get it... This guys not funny.) The trip was great, we got a solid deal on both hotels via booking.com so check them out if you are ever traveling in the EU.
In other news, Katie left yesterday morning, and I am back to the solo habits. Eating alone, walking alone, thinking alone, sleeping alone, and as before on my really off days, talking and wrestling alone. I loved having Katie here. It was great for my spirit. But, I am also semi relieved that she is back to her life for now. Not because I would ever dream to send her away, but because I do not wish to bore her with my sitting and writing, a hobby I acquired and now realize is a hobby best enjoyed alone.
From these thoughts I am begining to wonder if the life, or the "work" (Two names for the same ordeals, for what is a writers life but his work? And what would be of a writers work if it were not for his life?) of an author (That I consider myself a true writer of any sort for the current period would be vain .. but for discussions sake, please understand) is only truely able to be materialized while in solitude. Now, obviously one must interact with the world, with people, things, and nature, to have anything to talk about, but my question is- Can you reflect upon something as it is happening? (More than data collection) And if so, what merit does it hold, does the reflection of the current event not shape the later happenings? And thus to reflect on those events would merely result in a further reflection upon the first.
I much enjoy living. I also very much enjoy writing about life. About the real events that happen. Now, however, my definition of "Real" is, by most standards, loose. I believe that for something to be real it must exist in any realm. Thus thought, an intangible presence, is a "Real" thing. A daydream is reality, however it is still confined to the context of a day dream. If in a dream I am shot by a traveling salesman, I of course will not die in "Real Life", however that outcome of survival does not remove any sense of reality from the dream. The Dream itself is a part of reality, and thus its content as well. But regardless I'm beginning to digress. My real point is that I am hopeful that I will, as my craft matures, be able to mix the elements of living and writing to co-exist within one omnipresent experience.
But for now, I am in need of a fundamental stylistic change. I will, for a short time, be writing narratives on this blog. No more "Deep Thoughts with Zac Mallard", but actual stories with plots and characters.
So lace up ya Nikes.
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