Comic Books, Drag Race, & Life in New Zealand
by krisis
Reserving judgment on the new U2 disc until i get to know it a bit better. Of course, that would have to happen tomorrow if i’m going to be able to get my review done in time for this week’s paper. The album just doesn’t hit me as hard as i feel it should; i’m not sure if it’s a result of a general apathy to U2 or the fact that the album is mediocre. Maybe after suffering through Pop i would actually appreciate it…
by krisis
I hate writing a bad song. Not only do i potentially waste some good lines or riffs which i am then reluctant to recycle, but i more importantly loose a chance to voice an emotion. Sure, a lot of my songs cover roughly the same emotional territory, but not many of them come from the exact same inspiration. This summer i very badly wanted to write a song about my first kiss that would say exactly what i felt about it, but in reality it just came off as a too-shimmery Britney Spears b-side. I keep trying to reform it, and it is getting better, but i’m not sure that i’ll ever want to play it in the company of other songs like “relief” and “under my skin.” But, my inability to say or write what i feel, tomorrow’s trio is going to be chock full of good songs i haven’t played yet to make up for missing last week (which was totally unintentional). Ok… that’s all.
by krisis
The last two tracks on XO are “everybody cares, everybody understands” & “i didn’t understand.” i think that just about says it all.
by krisis
Or maybe i’m wrong. I’ve spent years now learning and teaching my peers about HIV / AIDS, and really this is the first season in half a decade i’ve spent totally removed from such a community. Is it any less in my thoughts? No, not at all. I’ve known people who have died from aids, and met some of the bravest people in the world who live with the disease. In fact, if statistics are to be believed, i have at least three or four friends who suffer from HIV or will in the near future. Of course, i pray to myself that the statistics are as wrong as statistics tend to be, but i suppose i’ll hardly ever know until it’s much too late. Maybe silence is a way to show how AIDS effects your world, but it isn’t the way to show how it has effected mine. But, no matter how it’s changed you, i encourage you to support World AIDS day as well, even if it’s just by wearing a tiny red ribbon. They aren’t as fashionable as they used to be, but red will be in season until HIV is not.
by krisis
I think it’s an empty gesture, because silence is the real reason that people are now dying from AIDS by the tens of thousands. It isn’t over, it’s more pervasive then ever, and all of us being silent for a day isn’t gonna get us anywhere. Instead, i am either going to spend the day volunteering with Manna to help get food to shut-in AIDS patients, or donate a dime for every word i blog. You see, there are times that silence only contributes to the problem…