TMI, yo

my friends, klepper and grey, are at it again, only this time you'll get less philosophical reflection and more nitty gritty nast from yuppieville central.

HOLLA!

It's fri-deezy so do the happy dance!!!

you know you're doing it.

as you should.

carry on.

(image via skull swap)

From fearless to comfortably numb and fighting to get back

one of the hallmarks of my character used to be that i was pretty fearless. moving to another country on a whim. taking a road never traveled just to see where it goes. walking into a new place and immersing myself in whatever might be happening there without even thinking about it.

i used to do all of that.

often.

but somewhere in the last 2 or 3 years i became that proverbial "old man", perfectly stuck in what's familiar, even if not comfortable; i became repugnant of risk, a sort of slave to routine.

i feel like that this change has taken a toll on me. and i'm ready to go back to the adventurous spirit i once was. i feel like a major change must take place... that i need to move or i need to find a new job or i need to just disappear for a couple weeks and... find myself?

the only problem is: i'm scared.

Thinking in the nearer future

a recent goal of mine has been to cash in on my innate need for sleep. for the last year or so, i've actually been thinking about sleep, not just doing it when i have to, but really, seriously thinking about it. and, reasonably speaking, i try to get as much of it as possible.

i know that it is my body's primary response to the vigorous training i've been putting it through (the running, the boxing), but a fine byproduct of always being well rested is a sort of calm about the future that i've never really had before. i feel less stressed out. i feel more grounded in reality.

this is not to say i don't have the usual anxieties anymore (i do) but it is to say that with the extra rest comes what seems like an extra dose of chill-out-edness.

and that's fucking cool, man.

(image via skull swap)

Penis drawing fever

i've been noticing penises showing up on random signage, billboards, bus stop benches. it's been going on for a while now.

but when i was in new york i was floored by how many dicks i saw penciled and markered in just about everywhere. in the trains, on the trains, on the train platforms. it's quite the pandemic.

i wonder if monkeys go around drawing dicks in the dirt to show their friends.

i'm betting they do.

Somewhere, in a galaxy far, far away...

considering how unfathomably gigantic the universe is, there's a pretty good shot that somewhere among the stars there could be life. and if there is life, it could be intelligent life. and if there is intelligent life, then surely they too have an annoyingly enormous faction of insane delusionoids making outrageous, unprovable claims that bring progression to a halt.

or, perhaps they're intelligent enough to see through the bullshit, and, ultimately put an end to it. however possible.

one can only hope.

(via smbc)

Why the original conan the barbarian kicks all ass

still angry that the powerstrokers in hollyweird remade yet another one of my favorite movies that should NEVER have been touched, i decided to watch conan the barbarian (starring arnold schwarzenegger and james earl jones) for like... i dunno... the umpteen hundredth time???

i'm sorry, but as far as cinema goes, it's hard for me to find another scene more earth shatteringly badass yet painfully depressing than that of young conan witnessing his mother's death.

my words will never do it justice. so... just enjoy it.

We've come light years from the VHS pause

it's time to thank technology for being better than this.

because if you were a teenage boy in the 90s with a family video card, you know you tried this at least three times.

(image via those crazy fucking brits)

Another constance k. homerun

been a while since i last gave a shout out to my favorite photographer, but this particular shot caught my eye. i've noticed that when it comes to constance k's work, i'm mostly drawn to those pieces that play with geometry, or rather, pieces that are accentuated by geometry.

even in high school i had a boner for geometry and shapes and graphs and lines. as someone with a pretty intense grade of OCD, this is probably a natural attraction, but one thing is for sure: it is constant.

look at how the bricked pattern plays with the concrete alongside it and then how the pillars erupt out of that order to spawn yet another pattern up top. my eyes dart around this photo like a pinball, and it never gets old.

(image via constance k.)

A great interview with my favorite dick

when it comes to great minds of now, i can't imagine a list that didn't include richard dawkins. the new york times ran this great piece on him recently and i encourage you to read it. (read his books too, they're fascinatingly badass)

here are a few quotes from the article that stand out to me:

“Religion teaches you to be satisfied with nonanswers. It’s a sort of crime against childhood.”

“I’ve had perfectly wonderful conversations with Anglican bishops, and I rather suspect if you asked in a candid moment, they’d say they don’t believe in the virgin birth. But for every one of them, four others would tell a child she’ll rot in hell for doubting.”

“If you look up at the Milky Way through the eyes of Carl Sagan, you get a feeling in your chest of something greater than yourself. And it is. But it’s not supernatural.”

boo yah.