This is How We Roll in the +91
1 Comments Published by Devin on Thursday, September 04, 2008 at 3:26 PM.
An Indian Reality Show where the host and participant decided to have a go at one another.
Music: Fleet Foxes - White Winter Hymnal
Mood: Sinus-y
"Democracy demands that the religiously-motivated translate their concerns into universal rather than religion-specific values. What do I mean by this? It means that their proposals must be subject to argument, and amenable to reason. Now I may be opposed to abortion for religious reasons, to take one example, but if I seek to pass a law banning the practice, I can't simply point to the teachings of my church or evoke God's will. I have to explain why abortion violates some principle that is accessible to people of all faiths, including those with no faith at all. Now this is going to be difficult for some who believe in the inerrancy of the Bible, as many evangelicals do; but in a pluralistic society we have no choice - politics depends on our ability to persuade each other of commonalities based on a common reality. It involves compromise... The best we can do is act in accordance with those things that we all see, and we all hear."
-Barack Obama
Mood: Sinus-y
"Democracy demands that the religiously-motivated translate their concerns into universal rather than religion-specific values. What do I mean by this? It means that their proposals must be subject to argument, and amenable to reason. Now I may be opposed to abortion for religious reasons, to take one example, but if I seek to pass a law banning the practice, I can't simply point to the teachings of my church or evoke God's will. I have to explain why abortion violates some principle that is accessible to people of all faiths, including those with no faith at all. Now this is going to be difficult for some who believe in the inerrancy of the Bible, as many evangelicals do; but in a pluralistic society we have no choice - politics depends on our ability to persuade each other of commonalities based on a common reality. It involves compromise... The best we can do is act in accordance with those things that we all see, and we all hear."
-Barack Obama
Music: Kanye West - Everything I Am
Mood: Reflective
Mood: Reflective
If you sneeze twice in succession around my parents, you'll be interrogated and ultimately diagnosed with either SARS or some strain of the African Flu.
There is an increasingly disturbing amount of underage cleavage roaming the streets of Calabasas. Be warned.
Fanboys should under no circumstance be allowed to vote on IMDB and fuck with the gentle equilibrium that once was Shawshank Redemption and The Godfather.
For the record, Shawshank might be the most overrated movie in the history of movie-dom. There was nothing monumental or spectacular about it- everything was average at best. But people are so afraid to go against the grain and say anything negative about.
I sort of wish John Mayer would shut the fuck up.
Los Angeles needs a subway. I'm frustrated with driving. Even if the commute time is equivalent, I'd much prefer standing next to sweaty people in a tram-car then enjoy the air-conditioned bliss of my vehicle. Fuck.
CNN needs to step their journalism game up. They're slacking.
I literally just saved a bunch of money on my car insurance by switching to Geico.
Team USA is going to destroy the competition in Beijing this year. Book it.
Brunettes with long legs make me yearn for afternoons in Boston once more.
Who gives a fuck about an Oxford Comma?
Music: Jens Lekman - The Wrong Hands
Mood: Elitist-ish
Alcohol is a magnificent social lubricant.
We don't own America. We are currently renting it from foreign creditors.
I am an absolute sucker for marketing. At this point, I'll buy just about anything Apple produces, even if it's bad for my health.
I have remarkably bitchy friends. The ones that cause particular grief usually follow a generic template: in a sort-of-but-not-really-sure relationship, struggling with work, broke, living in a major metropolitan area, and bordering on alcoholism. This should worry me, I would assume. Yet for some reason I find these people to be the most normal of the bunch.
My parents are world-class over-analyzers. This might be a by-product of our ethnicity; maybe all Indian parents like to drill-down each bit of minutia that is your day. But mine just love it. LOVE IT.
Most relationships are doomed to fail. I say this, because numbers don't lie. In California alone the divorce rate is somewhere in the ballpark of 50%. So of the ten friends I have that are involved in "serious" relationships, half of them will wind up regretting the whole fucking thing and lamenting Valentines Day for the rest of their lives.
I've become a History Channel fanatic in the last year. Thanks Writers Guild of America!
As a group, we're eagerly looking forward to the day when one of our "bro's" decides to take the leap and get married. We're not sure which one will do it first, but that hasn't stopped us from creating betting scenarios and expectations. It's somewhat akin to sports gambling, except here's a scenario where if you're that desperate, you can actually rig the result in your favor.
Club waitresses should never EVER complain about their work environment. Look bitch, you chose to work in a place that's open from 10 to 2 Tuesday through Saturday. You choose to dress like the catch of the day so you can collect at least a G a night from an oversexed table of Armenians. Nobody put a gun to your head and said 'you must wear fishnets and tons of eye-shadow and grind with the token Guido at each table'. This is your conscious decision. So too bad if I want to make disparaging comments about your ass. Deal.
I really don't like Football. I mean I watch it on weekends out of boredom, but I could do without the whole production.
Cubby Bernstein and Douchebag Beach were very good ideas.
Razorlight are garbage.
Everyone should experience the All Out Show with Rude Jude and Lord Sear at least once in their life.
"Perfecting the art of non-chalance while setting the bar really low" - which I coined back in 2006 has thus far been the most astute description of how I go about living my life. This concerns me.
Most of the people I know are advising me to move to the east coast after Merrill for a few years so that I can live without regrets. They might have a point, but bear in mind that the majority of those egging me on either A.) currently live on the EC and are totally bored out of their fucking minds that their openly lobbying for the rest of us to join them in wallowing sessions, B.) currently live in a warm climate and have no clue what November in Boston is like, or C.) are convinced that Phish concerts and Dave Matthews jam sessions happen in every quad on a daily basis.
Mood: Elitist-ish
Alcohol is a magnificent social lubricant.
We don't own America. We are currently renting it from foreign creditors.
I am an absolute sucker for marketing. At this point, I'll buy just about anything Apple produces, even if it's bad for my health.
I have remarkably bitchy friends. The ones that cause particular grief usually follow a generic template: in a sort-of-but-not-really-sure relationship, struggling with work, broke, living in a major metropolitan area, and bordering on alcoholism. This should worry me, I would assume. Yet for some reason I find these people to be the most normal of the bunch.
My parents are world-class over-analyzers. This might be a by-product of our ethnicity; maybe all Indian parents like to drill-down each bit of minutia that is your day. But mine just love it. LOVE IT.
Most relationships are doomed to fail. I say this, because numbers don't lie. In California alone the divorce rate is somewhere in the ballpark of 50%. So of the ten friends I have that are involved in "serious" relationships, half of them will wind up regretting the whole fucking thing and lamenting Valentines Day for the rest of their lives.
I've become a History Channel fanatic in the last year. Thanks Writers Guild of America!
As a group, we're eagerly looking forward to the day when one of our "bro's" decides to take the leap and get married. We're not sure which one will do it first, but that hasn't stopped us from creating betting scenarios and expectations. It's somewhat akin to sports gambling, except here's a scenario where if you're that desperate, you can actually rig the result in your favor.
Club waitresses should never EVER complain about their work environment. Look bitch, you chose to work in a place that's open from 10 to 2 Tuesday through Saturday. You choose to dress like the catch of the day so you can collect at least a G a night from an oversexed table of Armenians. Nobody put a gun to your head and said 'you must wear fishnets and tons of eye-shadow and grind with the token Guido at each table'. This is your conscious decision. So too bad if I want to make disparaging comments about your ass. Deal.
I really don't like Football. I mean I watch it on weekends out of boredom, but I could do without the whole production.
Cubby Bernstein and Douchebag Beach were very good ideas.
Razorlight are garbage.
Everyone should experience the All Out Show with Rude Jude and Lord Sear at least once in their life.
"Perfecting the art of non-chalance while setting the bar really low" - which I coined back in 2006 has thus far been the most astute description of how I go about living my life. This concerns me.
Most of the people I know are advising me to move to the east coast after Merrill for a few years so that I can live without regrets. They might have a point, but bear in mind that the majority of those egging me on either A.) currently live on the EC and are totally bored out of their fucking minds that their openly lobbying for the rest of us to join them in wallowing sessions, B.) currently live in a warm climate and have no clue what November in Boston is like, or C.) are convinced that Phish concerts and Dave Matthews jam sessions happen in every quad on a daily basis.
Music: Prime - Skipped a Generation
Mood: Sleepy
Mood: Sleepy
There are a plethora of reasons why I choose to be apathetic in most aspects of my existence, it would just take too long to explain.
2008 was supposed to be the year of growing-up. Instead, its been a daily reminder of just how little I've grown thus far.
I need a better excuse for not shaving than the old adage of lethargy. Are their any religions that practice haircuts and full beards?
Cargo shorts were a very good idea.
I've been told on a number of occasions that I am emotionally crippled. What does that even mean?
Secretly, I pine for a clean escape from my life so I can move to Europe and sell pyramid schemes.
When I'm having a bad day, its best to just leave me alone.
I've never told a girl that I loved her. I just cannot bring myself to use that phrase. This has, surprisingly been the stimulus behind the end of a number of my better relationships.
I hate movie theater gymnastics. You know, having to get up and bend slightly without obstructing the view of the guy behind you so that Person X can get to the aisle. So tiresome and ultimately annoying.
When you go to a restaurant and are the first to order in a group, don't you feel the appetizer pressure? If you choose buffalo wings along with your sandwich, you're setting the standard for all preceding decisions. You are ultimately determining if everyone is getting another drink or ponying up for Caesar salads so they too can fit in.
What happened to the band Len?
Watching degenerate Jersey-shore fuck-ups on MTV is the highlight of my Saturday afternoons.
Where would we be as a nation without VLC and Firefox?
Every time I travel I get this minor anxiety attack before going through security that I might have something inappropriate in my carry-on luggage.
If you were there, beware.
I'll get a ton of hate for saying this, but I really think New York is overrated. Just so we're clear, I think Los Angeles is as well.
The nightlife social stratosphere is played out in LA. We have the same 10 places and the same 2,000 faces every weekend. This is a major factor in why I decided to retire from the scene. That and the overpriced drinks, oversexed patrons, and overall bullshit.
I am clueless without my GPS.
I have not listened to a full album in the last two months. This has been a totally unconscious choice but a terrifying indicator once again of my scatterbrain musical inclinations.
People that plan their gym wardrobe are hopeless.
Matthew Santos is better than Akon.
Justin.tv has been my friend on a number of occasions.
I prefer analog versus digital effects in all aspects of life.
Burn After Reading - September 12.
Music: Editors - Push You Head Towards the Air
Mood: Not Sure
Mood: Not Sure
I find Ray Bans offensive.
Also, people that wear sweatbands on their legs: why?
I could listen to Radiohead's Nude for the next 24 hours and not mind one bit.
Secretly, I worry that my hair is becoming the generic corporate side-part I loathe.
I can be incredibly OCD depending on the context.
I fear that losing my mind in a supermarket is an inevitable circumstance given the amount of angst I submerge.
I have an incredibly easy time trusting total strangers, but resist allowing the people I love in.
Why is it called "practicing" medicine, as if its akin to honing the technique on your jump-shot?
I wish I was a better guitar player.
I'd like to think there's a chance I'll be married one day down the road, but would be more than content to live the rest of my life single and free to be where the wind takes me.
As much as I love metropolitan environments, I also crave the solace of suburbia.
The American economy, once mighty, is a shadow of its former self. This is news to nobody except Dubya.
I wish Cramer would get fired. He makes my life hell.
Kanye West's opinion is unnecessary. As is Ron Artest's.
Obama '08.
No joke, Hip-hop literally saved my life on more than one occasion.
Sirius satellite radio has brightened my afternoon commutes with the Tsar.
I use the word aggressive a lot nowadays.
I like to believe that I'm serving a greater good with my life; this has yet to be confirmed or denied.
I'm convinced energy drinks will be involved somehow in the prelude to World War 3.
I love Skittles and Oreo's.
My musical taste depends on too many variables and ultimately scares me.
I've worn the same pair of jeans for three months without washing them before. Nasty.
Several times in College I awoke to find myself staring a Jason Cassis passed-out with his face burrowed in a Donut box.
I remember faces better than names, but have a strange xenophobia about myself.
I want to adopt a child.
A Tarot card reader in Boston told me that I would die at the age of 22.
I hated every minute of high school and its forced/broken social structure.
Los Angeles is a marvelous and yet poorly constructed city.
Devendra Banhart makes me feel like I'm on acid.
What exactly is acid, and why do people refer to it as being dropped?
I have fond memories of Waltham.
Text messages have made flirting more enjoyable and frustrating.
I hate hate hate the phrase "Don't Worry About It".
The Brits are suffering from withdrawal symptoms from the last Oasis album.
I fear the ocean.
I have an unhealthy obsession with Chelsea FC and the Los Angeles Lakers.
I dream of the day when my child graduates from College.
I feel like you need to know that I hate Colgate toothpaste. Mentadent is fine. Crest is the norm.
