Dance. Even if you have nowhere to do it but in your own living room.

Why do people feel the need to get drunk just to dance in public?

I'm that guy who dances in the middle of a room when no one else is dancing. Our bodies are beautiful and want to dance when there's good music and a nasty bass pumping. You ever tried to sit still while listening to your favorite song or a really good rhythm? You get restless leg syndrome. Your get restless feet syndrome. You get all ADD'd because all you want to do is enjoy the music and shake what your momma gave you. It's infectious, and ...
I couldn't imagine a more fun addiction.

I don't know whether I'm a good dancer or not. It helps that I'm not atrocious but I'm certainly not talented. The only lessons I've learned are from swing dance classes. And who the hell swing dances in a club? (Actually I would if someone would be my partner for a moment).

However I will dance no matter how ridiculous I look. Because life is short; or, even if it were long, looking awkward is too trifling a thing to care about.

~I'm awkward and I'm proud of it~

If you would like some advice on getting better at dancing in public without having to resort to liquid courage, try to work dancing alone into your daily routine. Worse comes to worst, the best part of your day was having a solo dance party to any music of your choice (as opposed to the given selection at a club/pub/party) in the morning. I do it every day and it automatically puts me in a great, albeit sweaty mood.

Happy dancing!

The people in the video above look so happy. Love love love this video/song/euphony-inducing-aura

soundtrack for a calm winter night

long late night stroll amongst huge snowdrifts and reflective orange lights, passing time with the comfortable silence surrounding us. this is what winter is all about. all that could've made it better would've been sigur ros in my ears.

 

 

Random thought of the day.

For 2 years I was vegan.
For about 8 years I've been vegetarian (with a few minor slip ups).
I have one thing to say to fellow animal rights advocates: those of you who are big pussies, STOP IT. You're giving us a bad name. I know it's shallow, but you need to start working out or learning martial arts. You can complain and protest all you want, but let's face it; many people believe vegetarians are physically and emotionally weaker. So man the fuck up. Now. It's not too hard. Get your shit together.
Call me if you need help.
Good night.

.and create

and on really romantic nights of self, i go salsa dancing with my confusion.

this is still one of my favorite musicians, and one of the best songs i've heard in my entire life.

more EPICness to a cool skate video. And goddamn how I miss skating. If only jake hadn't broken my board......

Castles made of sand

As of now, I intend to use this blog to share awesome music, videos, ideas, and other forms of art. Perhaps I'll write a few "journal entries". Let's see where this goes. I feel like I'm on LiveJournal again. Oooh, LiveJournal... And I mean that in a nostalgic, endearing way :-)

Here's a start...

I love using good quotes and anecdotes. Some people maintain that using other people's quotes and anecdotes is implicit of some lack of education or original thought on your part. I agree in some instances. But there are only so many great and often concise ways of depicting an idea. So I will go ahead and credit a lot of other people and use their words, because they are often beautiful and worthy of repeating. When asked to best describe my social perception, I refer to this; this is me:

"I do not care what car you drive. Where you live. If you know someone who knows someone who knows someone. If your clothes are this year's cutting edge. If your trust fund is unlimited. If you are A-list, B-list or never-heard-of-you list. I only care about the words that flutter from your mind. They are the only thing you truly own. The only thing I will remember you by. I will not fall in love with your bones and skin. I will not fall in love with the places you have been. I will not fall in love with anything but the words that flutter from your extraordinary mind." (-anonymous)

I do not care how much money you made, whether your outfit matches, how much power you feel you have or what kind of car you drive.

Mr. Hendrix said it best. 

Those are all just castles made of sand.