Down out sideways

I do not fuck with that jugga horror alt skate core shit. I make it for the d10 rollers, the noobs that keep jobs to buy their weekly pull from big bro and drool for DLC to get their acco fix in hopes my hard science fiction-driven imagery will be properly presented on their bathroom walls... so while they drop a duece and tweet, they can look at it and think...

"...deeeeeem civilization has come so far. gonna need to buy more toilet paper..."

But I'm a hipster, though. I like cool gadgets, trash talk ironically, and dress fashionably to mask the nerd that tries every day to reconcile the sharp-horned primal bull. I ride a fixed gear so I won't be lazy on my commute, wearing wannabe wayfarers I got at a music festival while slammed on molly, wear it over the black-frame glasses I've had since before it was popular and because my eyesight is terrible and I am on my last pair of contact lenses.

I dress like a skater kid for the Chuck Norris kicking range of motion. And the shoes are comfy enough for deadlifts, apparently. Otherwise I'd wear my beat up #saucony running shoes for the emminent possibility of a zombie cataclysm.

Being mobile is crucial in a world so frighteningly connected as ours while I write this on my android smart phone. Cementing a legacy that survives my pretentious life span is the key. If I am seen as an overly critical, desensitized man for the remainder... at least my art can live its own life.

To Respark, With Love

There is a wondrous glow at the magic hour of sunrise. Something about the cold blue sheen warps understanding of color much like the eerie yellow radiance of a sodium lamp. It was in these forsaken twilight sessions that I mused on contrasting relationships between shade and hue. An ill-calibrated monitor forces one to consider what the eye is really able to see. My limits of perception and patience reached a threshold and I wonder if there was a breakthrough during this trial.

†╫®§Ð¥ЋɌɰÐШⁿ 009>> The Sonic Arms Race

Sifting through the world of music videos is a daunting, herculean effort when there's a cause involved. Enter Thursday. There is a lot of ammo in the month or so that I have abstained from discovering new content. Make no mistake, I have stockpiled a cinematic barrage.

†╫®§Ð¥ЋɌɰÐШⁿ 008>> The Harlem Shakedown

This just happened. One week ago, the internet microcosm was jolted by yet another meme. A simple ~30 second video, a simple trap drop, and digital hell breaks loose. The best part is NOT jumping on the trend grenade as a cutting-edge reporter

†╫®§Ð¥ЋɌɰÐШⁿ 007>> Humanoid Idiosyncrasies Paralleled, A Hieratic Opus Purveyed (Don't even assume this is safe for viewing at work)

I despise rainy days. What I loathe a tad more than precipitate weather are rappers that bank their style on tip drills a.k.a. "Makin' It Rain." Fortunately, there is an abundant supply of substantial hip-hop music videos in these recent days. A proper THRSDYTHRWDWN is founded on the notion of dope beats, sage lyrics, and hype visuals. Here we go.

†╫®§Ð¥ЋɌɰÐШⁿ 006>> Glorified Odious Temporalities (Never Safe For Work)

If you have felt anxiety since Monday, do not fear. The freedom of a week's end is a punt away. Breathe a paced rhythm, turn that nervous foot-tap to the following beats. Nod your head and smile. You're welcome.

†╫®§Ð¥ЋɌɰÐШⁿ 005>> Salient Assault Vehicles

It has been a quick minute. As is hoped/expected, life brings fun times and memories. Music provides a backdrop for this, turning remembrances into something more. A harrowing journey, a joyous celebration, a THRSDYTHRWDWN.

Twelve Themes of Two Thousand Twelve: Moments (10/12)

In comparison to the previous year, I can clearly remember instances of sheer joy and accomplishment for 2012. These memories will be remembered as the most definitive experiences I have had thus far.

Twelve Themes of Two Thousand Twelve: Trends (9/12)

2012 proved to be a compelling era. It was a year where the ambience of the world hinged on a word or an acronym. Actually, it was just another provocative year where the next craze would conquer dialogue.

Twelve Themes of Two Thousand Twelve: Short Cinema (8/12)

The world of media is so vast nowadays that we must re-evaluate the categories that films exist in. Music videos can have more of a narrative impact than some feature-length motion pictures. Independent productions can affect the world in more ways than a Hollywood budget. Thus, these are my favorite YouTube videos this year.

Twelve Themes of Two Thousand Twelve: Cuisine (7/12)

What is life without a nourishing meal? A rather bland existence, in my humble opinion. This year, I have been fortunate enough to sample delectable foods without having to go on arduous journeys to satisfy my appetite.

Twelve Themes of Two Thousand Twelve: Long Cinema (6/12)

This was a pretty good year for films and television series. Old ideas returned to bring new surprises, and it is safe to say the realm of motion pictures has been elevated to new, exciting heights.

Twelve Themes of Two Thousand Twelve: Places (5/12)

Sacramento is my city. I have crawled along nearly every corner and light, and it continues to amaze me each day. This year, I have found some new places, and deemed some old favorites as the best locations in town.

Twelve Themes of Two Thousand Twelve: Fashion (4/12)

Every year, one must aspire to update their wardrobe, if only to be rid of ill-fitting clothes. Before one dives into sartorial oceans, be aware of this year's permeating fashion statements.

†╫®§Ð¥ЋɌɰÐШⁿ 004: the final throwdown, or...

Hey, remember this? Back in my day, we ripped from the ghettoblaster, eagerly awaiting the moment when a song would play again. If we miscued the recording, we already knew that the song will come back on in about an hour. Nowadays, that is not quite the case, but the spirit holds true. This year, I listened to DJ mixes in lieu of tuning into the randomness of the pop roulette. If there is roughly 52 weeks in a year, I listened to about two different mixes per week depending on my habits. None should be surprised, but what the disc jockeys mixed were vaguely in line with the radio. The upcoming list are the tracks that were the most common in my library of 'mixtapes.' At least they were expressing some liberties in how to present the following songs:

Twelve Themes of Two Thousand Twelve: Technology (3/12)

I am not much of a geek, nor am I a technophobe; merely an observer of emerging concepts. This year we were introduced to many things that will positively change our way and understanding of life.

Twelve Themes of Two Thousand Twelve: People (2/12)

The feats and deeds of these notable figures inspired and entertained me throughout the past year. I take away a lot of wisdom and peace-of-mind when I read about the following 12 peoples' exploits.

Twelve Themes of Two Thousand Twelve: WORD (1/12)

Every year certain words become constituents of vernacular consciousness, further diluting our ability to communicate. Maybe some of the following words should be used more often, but most of them should be purged from common usage. Instead, diversify your speech patterns; make use of the internet to enrich the descriptiveness of your life.

†╫®§Ð¥ЋɌɰÐШⁿ 003b: After Tomorrow

Daze go by

...and when the collected perception of humanity realizes the weekend is finally here... we should relax a bit before we dance with Peril again. View these music videos not just for the stellar tunes, but the accompanying short films. Offered here are chill and sonic dramata, perfect for warm drinks under a comfy blanket. Maybe you are partied out; watch NONONO. The smooth pitch of Phlo Finister and Jessie Ware compliment the context-laden bravura of Damien Jurado and Dirty Projectors. Then feast upon the majesty that is Toro Y Moi, ending with one of my favorite bands of the year: Shadows On Stars.

†╫®§Ð¥ЋɌɰÐШⁿ 003a: Doomsdaywalkin

Get up, get down

Pick up your feet. Quicken the pace. The weekend won't get here until you make a move. If you are on a mechanized vehicle, loosen your neck because your head will very likely bob to the modest bass produced by Carnage on KYLE's track. Should you be the driver, try not to focus on the visual aspects in these videos, as they are rather entertaining. Instead, drum on the wheel or dashboard or headrest of the chair in front of you. Match the beat of Kid Cudi's "King Wizard" joint as you roll along. I suggest watching "She Sleeps" on a bus or train ride. If you are walking down the paved roads to your destination, snap your fingers to the sultry rhythm of Peace. And then, as you prepare for an End Of The World party, jam to Disclosure remixing Artful Dodger and the one and only Major Lazer. Go out with a bang!