I am a Train fan and everything but THIS is hilarious!!
http://www.sfweekly.com/2011-09-14/music/train-drops-of-jupiter-save-me-san-francisco-pat-monahan/
Wednesday, September 14, 2011
Saturday, September 3, 2011
Movie Review of Secretariat (Outline)
My mother raved about this movie and virtually made me promise I’d watch it. Maybe her raving was a little too much for it to live up to. Needless to say, I was unimpressed.
Least favorite: Anti-climactic. Dry
Most Favorite: True Story
Assessment:
Took away from the art: Horses are more than distant animals. Highly sensitive to spiritual energies. Meaning they must exist. How does that play into my spirituality and beliefs ultimately?
To be fair, it was nice to know it was a true story.
Review of "A Hard World for Little Things" by Brand-o
I decided to purchase the small chapbook of poems by Brand-o Chemtrails after he announced to my favorite open mic venue that he would be leaving the state for awhile. From the first time I had ever seen Brand-o read at a venue I had been impressed with his work more and more. He write a lot about world issues, all the things I want to know more. But he does in a way that no one else
-Fav v. Least Fav
Favorites; 2. The Only Innocent People in a Greyhound Station at 1 in the Morning
*The impressive capture of such an intense but illogical emotion. Longing, loneliness, missing someone, feeling lost even though you have specific directions on where to go and how to get there. They’re all universal feeling inherent to our human spirits, things we take from birth, things we all understand but can never explain. Except for Brand-o and this poem. “\
*”I write political poems when I feel like I have an answer or part of one.
I write poems like this when I have none.”
1. A Hard World for Little Things
*Natural that the title poem would carry what I believe to be the entire purpose of the book. It’s a call to action. A deep longing that people see what is wrong but more importantly see what they can do to change it. This poem planted a seed.
Least favorite; 1.Pixels in the night
2.Panther Girls Single File
Lesson to take- *“Hard World for Little Things” More about how that poem made you feel
* Pay more attention to the things that make you uncomfortable, etc. Learn more. We can all make a difference.
Thursday, September 1, 2011
Reviews
Typically reviews will go something like this.
-Background information about the item; why I read/watched/listened/viewed it, why the author/director/musician/artist claims to have written/directed/composed/exhibited it. And my surface experience.
-My least favorite chapter/plot twist/element/song/exhibit and why. My favorite of these and why.
-My assessment of the author/director/musician/artist
-What I took away from this art and how will affect my life.
-Overall rating.
Of course, I'm not doing this because anybody cares about what I think. It's just another way of working through myself and getting to understand me better by my response to the world.
-Background information about the item; why I read/watched/listened/viewed it, why the author/director/musician/artist claims to have written/directed/composed/exhibited it. And my surface experience.
-My least favorite chapter/plot twist/element/song/exhibit and why. My favorite of these and why.
-My assessment of the author/director/musician/artist
-What I took away from this art and how will affect my life.
-Overall rating.
Of course, I'm not doing this because anybody cares about what I think. It's just another way of working through myself and getting to understand me better by my response to the world.
Primary Thoughts on Blog
Hello readers,
This is Dominique Sample, humble creator of this blog. I am a college student in San Francisco (originally from Denver, CO) and I am a true to the soul, writer. So much so, that I can never really articulate anything until I've written it down. It is a similar story with comprehension.
I am also a poet. And ever since I got into the poetry community in Denver, I have been surrounded by brilliant minds. So jealous of their knowledge, I have decided at 20 years old that I am going to read, expose myself to culture and world issues and history as much as humanly possible. But that is not enough for someone with my writer's complex. I could read and listen and explore as much as I want but it will never stick unless I write it down.
So here I am, student of education and world and I'm ready to risk myself for the self I would like to become. The title of this blog is "Still Learning..." because it is inevitable that I will say ignorant, naive and even offensive and controversial statements on here. That is, if done correctly. I reserve that right. I also reserve the right not to stick to those statement. I also deserve the right, to grow and change my mind. After all, I am still learning ;-)
So what is your job you may ask? Well other than relax and enjoy another perspective on what you may have already formed opinions about. If you feel strongly about a topic or have something you want to share to help me know more, please do. As I will be listing sources as often as I can, I hope you will too, or at least reference relevant material that I can read. Any disagreements should be handled as civil as possible without name calling or abusive language.
Thanks for checking in! Here goes nothing!
This is Dominique Sample, humble creator of this blog. I am a college student in San Francisco (originally from Denver, CO) and I am a true to the soul, writer. So much so, that I can never really articulate anything until I've written it down. It is a similar story with comprehension.
I am also a poet. And ever since I got into the poetry community in Denver, I have been surrounded by brilliant minds. So jealous of their knowledge, I have decided at 20 years old that I am going to read, expose myself to culture and world issues and history as much as humanly possible. But that is not enough for someone with my writer's complex. I could read and listen and explore as much as I want but it will never stick unless I write it down.
So here I am, student of education and world and I'm ready to risk myself for the self I would like to become. The title of this blog is "Still Learning..." because it is inevitable that I will say ignorant, naive and even offensive and controversial statements on here. That is, if done correctly. I reserve that right. I also reserve the right not to stick to those statement. I also deserve the right, to grow and change my mind. After all, I am still learning ;-)
So what is your job you may ask? Well other than relax and enjoy another perspective on what you may have already formed opinions about. If you feel strongly about a topic or have something you want to share to help me know more, please do. As I will be listing sources as often as I can, I hope you will too, or at least reference relevant material that I can read. Any disagreements should be handled as civil as possible without name calling or abusive language.
Thanks for checking in! Here goes nothing!
Friday, July 22, 2011
Told My mother the reasons a lot of religious celebration happen around the same time was because of the winter solstice
She asked me if the winter solstice could protect me, told me I was following the wrong "religion".
scccccuurrrrrtttt(sound of a car's bad breaks, so 90's) I'm sorry, religion? Nope....it's basically just something that happens.
You can debate what caused the twin towers to fall in 01. Whether it was explosives, planes, what have you. You can even debate who managed the occurrence, you can not debate that the towers FELL, lives were lost. THAT happened.
"Which came first, the chicken or the egg."
"Well, I don't believe in eggs so...."
Wha-wha-what? Word.
"Is the egg going to protect you?
Huh?
You know mother I hadn't thought about whether or not winter solstice was going to protect me but now that you mention it....I don't give a damn.
wow
scccccuurrrrrtttt(sound of a car's bad breaks, so 90's) I'm sorry, religion? Nope....it's basically just something that happens.
You can debate what caused the twin towers to fall in 01. Whether it was explosives, planes, what have you. You can even debate who managed the occurrence, you can not debate that the towers FELL, lives were lost. THAT happened.
"Which came first, the chicken or the egg."
"Well, I don't believe in eggs so...."
Wha-wha-what? Word.
"Is the egg going to protect you?
Huh?
You know mother I hadn't thought about whether or not winter solstice was going to protect me but now that you mention it....I don't give a damn.
wow
Thursday, February 17, 2011
Words I Never Said by Lupe Fiasco
[Skylar Grey - Chorus]
It’s so loud Inside my head
With words that I should have said!
As I drown in my regrets
I can’t take back the words I never said
I can’t take back the words I never said
[Lupe Fiasco]
I really think the war on terror is a bunch of bullshit
Just a poor excuse for you to use up all your bullets
How much money does it take to really make a full clip
9/11 building 7 did they really pull it
Uhh, And a bunch of other cover ups
Your childs future was the first to go with budget cuts
If you think that hurts then, wait here comes the uppercut
The school was garbage in the first place, thats on the up and up
Keep you at the bottom but tease you with the uppercrust
You get it then they move you so you never keeping up enough
If you turn on TV all you see’s a bunch of “what the f-cks”
Dude is dating so and so blabbering bout such and such
And that aint Jersey Shore, homie thats the news
And these the same people that supposed to be telling us the truth
Limbaugh is a racist, Glenn Beck is a racist
Gaza strip was getting bombed, Obama didn’t say shit
Thats why I aint vote for him, next one either
I’ma part of the problem, my problem is I’m peaceful
And I believe in the people.
[Skylar Grey - Chorus]
It’s so loud inside my head
With words that I should have said!
As I drown in my regrets
I can’t take back the words I never said
I can’t take back the words I never said
[Lupe Fiasco - Verse 2]
Now you can say it aint our fault if we never heard it
But if we know better than we probably deserve it
Jihad is not a holy war, wheres that in the worship?
Murdering is not Islam!
And you are not observant
And you are not a muslim
Israel don’t take my side cause look how far you’ve pushed them
Walk with me into the ghetto, this where all the Kush went
Complain about the liquor store but what you drinking liquor for?
Complain about the gloom but when’d you pick a broom up?
Just listening to Pac aint gone make it stop
A rebel in your thoughts, aint gon make it halt
If you don’t become an actor you’ll never be a factor
Pills with million side effects
Take em when the pains felt
Wash them down with Diet soda!
Killin off your brain cells
Crooked banks around the World
Would gladly give a loan today
So if you ever miss payment
They can take your home away!
[Skylar Grey - Chorus]
It’s so loud inside my head
With words that I should have said!
As I drown in my regrets
I can’t take back the words I never said, never said
I can’t take back the words I never said
[Lupe Fiasco - Verse 3]
I think that all the silence is worse than all the violence
Fear is such a weak emotion thats why I despise it
We scared of almost everything, afraid to even tell the truth
So scared of what you think of me, I’m scared of even telling you
Sometimes I’m like the only person I feel safe to tell it to
I’m locked inside a cell in me, I know that there’s a jail in you
Consider this your bailing out, so take a breath, inhale a few
My screams is finally getting free, my thoughts is finally yelling through
[Skylar Grey - Chorus]
It’s so loud Inside my head
With words that I should have said!
As I drown in my regrets
I can’t take back the words I never said
Wednesday, February 16, 2011
About Rape...
Ok, so I've been talking about rape and my distance and (some would go so far as to say) apathy toward it has got some people's panties in a twist.
Don't get me wrong, the last thing I wanna do is step on the toes of someone's coping process but am I not allowed to deal with in my own way? I'm a look at the bright side type of person and I don't consider it worth it to be so enveloped in the pain that you can't see the pleasure. The pleasure in saving, yeah, I went through it and I'm still standing (not to mention awesome) and though it's apart of me, "rape victim" doesn't define me. I'm looking at the bright side so much that I forget what it was like to be sitting in the fetal position in the darkest corner of a locked room and praying to God no one picked the lock and let enough light to let to the world see me. It wasn't long ago that I was there. But serve what you fear and because I am not apt to serving anyone or thing, I don't fear light anymore. I don't fear my own power, nor do I deny having it.
Every "victim" (hate that word) I've ever talked to has admitted that they never publicly shared (or thought they had the strength to share) their story. I put that stuff on blast. Shared it in front of as many people as my coaches would let me and tagged as many people in the Facebook note as would fit. I put myself on B-LAST(!) to let myself and everybody else know that I wasn't hiding anymore. I've that dark room and forget going back! I was really hard on myself to fin the strength to leave that room and I guess that's why I'm hard on everybody else.
Maybe I'm wrong, maybe I' keeping myself arm's length away because I'm avoiding something; some gem of an emotion that's left over years of pressure that I have not fully discovered. Wouldn't be the first time. Therapy should help me uncover that answer. But if I'm right, I'm picking every lock and stomping down every door until no one is afraid of the light, or until I'm dead...probably the latter.
Don't get me wrong, the last thing I wanna do is step on the toes of someone's coping process but am I not allowed to deal with in my own way? I'm a look at the bright side type of person and I don't consider it worth it to be so enveloped in the pain that you can't see the pleasure. The pleasure in saving, yeah, I went through it and I'm still standing (not to mention awesome) and though it's apart of me, "rape victim" doesn't define me. I'm looking at the bright side so much that I forget what it was like to be sitting in the fetal position in the darkest corner of a locked room and praying to God no one picked the lock and let enough light to let to the world see me. It wasn't long ago that I was there. But serve what you fear and because I am not apt to serving anyone or thing, I don't fear light anymore. I don't fear my own power, nor do I deny having it.
Every "victim" (hate that word) I've ever talked to has admitted that they never publicly shared (or thought they had the strength to share) their story. I put that stuff on blast. Shared it in front of as many people as my coaches would let me and tagged as many people in the Facebook note as would fit. I put myself on B-LAST(!) to let myself and everybody else know that I wasn't hiding anymore. I've that dark room and forget going back! I was really hard on myself to fin the strength to leave that room and I guess that's why I'm hard on everybody else.
Maybe I'm wrong, maybe I' keeping myself arm's length away because I'm avoiding something; some gem of an emotion that's left over years of pressure that I have not fully discovered. Wouldn't be the first time. Therapy should help me uncover that answer. But if I'm right, I'm picking every lock and stomping down every door until no one is afraid of the light, or until I'm dead...probably the latter.
You know why darkness is so appealing when you are sad?Well, I'll tell you my little Nozums:Unlike LIGHT,Darkness does not impress itself upon you.It does not force you to see something you are not ready for.It does not impose the truth,or time,or unwelcomed advice,or...reality.
--April Rose Rojas
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