asides

jumping on the jakoblodwick-makes-no-sense bandwagon

jakoblodwick:

I am constantly experiencing things, and making sense of the present by comparing it to a summary of the past. I started building this model of the universe in my mind shortly after birth, and I constantly use it to understand the significance of objects and actions that I encounter. I was not born with the concept of “turntable”, but I have seen enough of them to know that the Pro-Ject Xperience qualifies as one.

The model is not perfect, however. There are some glitches. If a mistake is made while building the model, it can have many consequences. The first is a misunderstanding of that specific thing. But the model is constantly building on itself, so there are secondary misunderstandings, too. If a fault exists three layers below the surface, then the surface will be cracked.

I think my deepest cracks are due to emotionally evading things throughout my life. That is, failing to admit that something made me happy, sad, jealous, scared, etc — failing to admit that and how something effected me. I like to think of myself as completely independent from any outside force, but that just is not true, and it especially was not true when I was a child. So I’ve developed a sort of therapy for myself where I revist old memories, and try to reevaluate them as honestly as possible. This helps me reach conclusions that I perhaps did not make at the time, and correct little glitches which cause seemingly inexplicable anxieties in my present adult life.

It isn’t easy to jump back to old memories, especially uncomfortable ones that I’ve never enjoyed recalling, because they are so buried. I came up with a technique that allows me to access them seemingly out of the blue. I choose a few “search terms”, focus on them, and see what comes to mind. So I might choose “taxi” and “awkward” and see what forgotten experiences come to mind. And then I can evaluate and correct my storage of that memory, perhaps moving it from “didn’t effect me” to the “made me embarrassed” category.

I think that most problems cannot truly be solved without going deep below the surface, one’s own psychology included.

come again? even if this wasn’t mind-numbingly opaque, there’s still a glaring blind spot: “this model of the universe” has been proposed, sliced, diced, reformed and altogether more properly put by many previous people, both known and unknown…these maybe free, as in beer, ideas, but give credit where credit is due…i doubt Mr. Lodwick was actively creating self-conscious model’s of the “universe” (a.k.a., his own perception of things) “from birth”

see also Jeff Hammett: “This post reminds me of something I might have written a week into my first philosophy class.” 

Classy Places To Take Your Date So As To Impress Her And Maybe Later Fuck Her, Part II

ovahoidinnewyawk:

Dear Ron and Tony,

Sup? So my girl Janine and me didn’t get into Posh the other night but I got my brows waxed that day and I didn’t want to let my glow go to waste. but I needed some shit to do with her because i already took her to the deli and made her stand there and watch me eat shit until i threw up which is what we usually do. also we already went to the grand Lux But just like the Lux Janine is classy & she demands creativity when I take her out. so we were standing in the Source Mall circuit city tryin to intimidate the manager into givin us free blank CDs when i had i stroke up genius and I took her to Dave and Buster’s. Dave and Buster’s is the balls. they got like video games and bumpa cars and shit so at Dave and Buster’s I feel like I’m treating my broad to a family experience. so we got out of the Ollie’s cab (me and my girl are to good to walk ya gotta know how to do it right!) and I tipped the door man a C note so he treated Janine like royalty. We went straight to the whack a mole station and more other various attractions around DBs and what not including we played some DDR, won her a teddy bear, and we did laser bowling (that was sick) and the whole time i was able to drink as much miller light and eat as much popcorn chicken or shrimp as i wanted which was great. Janine couldn’t get into the bar which sucked cause i even got her a fake from the DMV where i work but i think the Carey High School track suit tipped them off. Kay serra. we did it in the bathroom anyway. I highly reccommend Dave and Busters.

From,

Joey Tots

you know what’s scary? when you’ve been raised to reject stereotypes, and then you meet “Joey Tots”…sure there’s perhaps more to that person’s story, but if the glove fits…

top 10 moments of my life...Puff the Magic Dragon, St Patrick's Day 2008

at 26 years of age, this might be a little pre-mature, but eh, whatever:

St Patrick’s Day 2008: I went to M.J. Armstrong’s, a bar on 19th St and 1st Ave in NYC, to see a couple of fellow Avon-by-the-Sea compatriots, Matt Finn and Joe Finn, Jr., play with some friends. Being that it was St Patrick’s Day, everyone was in a jovial mood, of course, and overall the afternoon/evening was enjoyable for everyone.

At one point, I asked Matt if he and/or his brother would play Puff the Magic Dragon as a small favor of nostalgia. You see, Joe and Matt’s father, Joe Finn, Sr., is a well know name around the Jersey Shore, where we all grew up. He’s an accomplished folk singer and an all-around decent fellow as far as I knew him (it’s been years since I’ve personally talked to the guy, and not yet as an adult honestly, but I can’t imagine him being that bad a person).  He used to play a show for Avon’s public elementary school (the Finn children did not attend this school, but he played anyway). Puff the Magic Dragon is a cherished memory from childhood because of these shows.

So, back to St Paddy’s Day ‘08. I request the song from Joe, he gives me a not-so-sure look but says that he’ll think about it. Fast forward about a half hour or so, and a couple come in with a 5 year old daughter. Joe sees the little girl, looks up at me and says into the microphone “I’m not playing this for you, I’m playing this for her.” 

Joe consults with his guitar playing friend and launches into the classic. The little girl gets all excited (mind you, she was born in 2003 or thereabouts), and then the whole bar gets into the nostalgia.

And I just stand there grinning…

Turns out the little girl’s parents had her at a pretty late age (40’s) and her father, being old enough to know the 60s/70s era folk music, used to sing the song to her when she was a baby. 

Happy that someone is inheriting this classic song and will hopefully keep it alive for the following generations, we all turn back to our Guinness and resume our merriment…