"And he said some got pencils and some got guns Some know how to stand and some of them run We don't all get along, but we sing the same song Party for the fight to write, and write on"
I never understood the "mixtape" era of the 80's/90's.
People recorded songs onto actual tapes and gave them to each other. But the way they recorded was through a radio with a cassette deck. They would sit and sit in front of boombox and wait and wait until the song they wanted came on the radio; then they would hit record and wait for the song to end.
It always seemed like an ancient art compared to the mp3's and recordable CD programs that are basic on all computers for us now. We are able to visually see the songs we want, what order we want them in, and easily start over if we happen to mess up. But back then, people took so much time and put in so much meticulous thought that it seems like artwork. I guess that is the reason why mixtapes had so much reason behind them.
I'd say we have it 3105835935 times easier than the folks back then, but I still enjoy putting lots of thought into the songs and the order I choose when making CD's. After pouring over the sound and transition of the CD, the completed product is always something to be proud of.
Let's go back to mixtaping and thoroughly engulf ourselves in the music we share. I'd be glad to take a CD that you make. =]
If you don't believe me, ask any Korean and they'll be able to tell you extensively about Korean dramas or movies that they've come across in their lifetime. It might have been their parents, siblings, friends, and/or themselves who got SUCKED IN to the Korean manmade masterpieces; either way, the evidence that Koreans LOVE drama and that they love MAKING drama is inevitable.
This is common knowledge to most Koreans, and I of course have experienced the power of Korean dramas/movies firsthand. But once in a while, I forget how crazy Koreans can get about their drama. I forget how they can turn CANCER into a LOVE story. Or how PLASTIC SURGERY can turn into a story of self-love and content.
But it's just good to be reminded of how crazy it is that Korean directors, producers, screenwriters, and actors can produce such strong emotions from people.
Man A loved Woman B so much that he couldn't tell her that he loved her. HOW DOES THIS MAKE SENSE?? Woman B loved Man A so much that she married another man. HUH???
But it also made me think, "Would I be able to do the same in their positions?"
SIGH...
Damn you Korean entertainment.
Speaking of Korean entertainment, if you don't know "Abracadabra" by Brown Eyed Girls, then you don't know what's up.
DAMN YOU KOREAN ENTERTAINMENT. Gotta stop watching this video.
Unless the weather does a complete 180 and burns you at 90+ degrees the day after it rained. This weather is wacky, but I'll take anything over the rain.
Some random things I want to do:
- Discover some good music.
- Watch Cloudy With a Chance of Meatballs, Where the Wild Things Are, Paranormal Activity
- Start consistently exercising. (The more I talk about it, the less guilty I feel.)
My mate, Michael, had his parents from SD bring us some food and goodies as they visited our apartment. The amount of food they brought was amazing. It put our refrigerator from almost-empty to FULLY STOCKED. Only if we had some honeys come like Mr. Chi City. We would've made him proud.
So Michael's parentals brought us a bunch of gogi's. We ate heartily for a couple of days, grilling and frying the meat to our liking. But even after the weekend, we had muchos gogi left (specifically Dweh-Ji-Bul-GoGi). So we hatched a plan to have TACO TUESDAY!
We made our own Kogi truck style Korean/Mexican fusion tacos with the bulgogi we had leftover and mixed it with some homemade salsa, onion, cilantro, and warm corn tortillas. The outcome was spectacular. The flavors were awesome, the work we put into it was not much at all, and we bumped some Hispanic-style music, all while enjoying the homemade goodness we produced with our own bare hands. It was an epic meal for Apartment 317.
We each had about 5-7 tacos, which was just awesome. I know you're waiting for pictures, but we're MEN. We don't show off/admire the looks of our meals. We enjoy the meal with our taste buds and palates.
Hahaha jk. I was just too hungry that I didn't care about photos.
All in all the experience was fun. It's hard to set up, but hopefully we'll be doing this again in two weeks.
Every time I listen to this song, the lyrics hit home.
"Every man has his own heaven The difference is the way that he envision it So if you make your heaven picture less By the time you die You'll be driftin' in an imageless field So build your heaven full of blessed thoughts That's real, you can stress it or just let it walk I got a question If a man can make his own heaven Can he make his path to get to it too? I only spit through a truth And I spit it for the listeners So I'm spittin' to you You say it's hell I say it's bullshit we getting through Just think about it every man has his own heaven But shit you gotta go through hell to be a man first And understand first Hell is what you choose to call the present That's why you're going through it I just choose to call it stressin' To tell you fools the truth I don't feel that's why I'm destined So you can call it hell but bro I'll just say I'm below the heavens"