Joe Biden isn’t the only person that has the ability to put Delaware in the national spotlight.
My main man Tony Kornheiser gave a shout out tonight to the restaurants of Rehoboth Beach during a clip of PTI on SportsCenter, which then spilled over to the SportsCenter anchors talking about it during the show.
Da-da-da. Da-da-da.
spg3 and I have decided we are going to shoot guns next week, just to see what the big deal is. Neither of us has ever even shot a gun before, let alone picked one up. All I’m saying is I am fucking jacked! I can’t wait, seriously. I have no clue as to why anyone would want one or why anyone would want to hunt or who in their right mind would want to skeet shoot. What I do know is that I want to feel like a fucking man next week and I want to pump up on 15 Red Bulls, and maybe steal a bit of my little cousin’s Ritalin as well. Mike W, what kind of gun do I need to feel like God would faint at the sight of me?
“Let’s go shoot some birds, I’m psyched.”
Well this being my first post I decided to write what exactly I thought of posts. Its an interesting idea, that of “blogging”. New to the scene I have realized there are very different layers that develop while thinking about something to post on the internet. I first decided I would read a few other blogs to get a feel of what others believe is in important to express in this limited space that occupies others limited time while reading it.
Strangely enough any blog has a set agenda, meaning that the person has something in mind for the other person involved, the reader. If a person individually believes they are simply writing about what happened in their day that particular day, and believe it is but a journal to share, well they are still trying to convey a mood or situation to the reader, even if its subconscious, by only pointing out certain activities in their day for that person to be a part of. No matter how lackadaisical ones own motives may seem, they still exist. There is some how still an expressive feeling even if that is to be unexpressive. So is literature I presume. But then what is the establishment of arguing points on blogging then? Why not just accept that people are not like us, do not have the same motives, and may only be motivated themselves to be argumentative? Why do so many people take time out of their day to convey emotions based on what another wrote?
On a surface value it could be said that blogging is merely a median to connect people with ideas. I believe this is true. However if a person wants to take advantage of the fact that they are only typing something online and do not have to face consequences that is their own decision and thus should be heard as well.
But the question is then, who to confront, who to rebuttal, who to try to explain your point of view to. Is the advantage of blogging to be able to partake in all types of psyches that may or may not be established only for the surreal world of the internet? Is it to establish yourself through opinions of others that may be immensely different from how those typist actually believe/act/feel in their daily lives? It seems to me these are things to consider when blogging. Who are you blogging for, what is the benefit of others, do you actually believe the people you even talk to, and really is any of this at all relevant? These are all more questions then statements of subjectivity that I’ve come up with. Does one write for the sole purpose of experiencing themselves through writing or blogging, or is in contingent on the readers’ opinion?
Blogging gives us all a outlet to reach each other, that is undisputable. But what then what do each of us want from each other and from ourselves? How would one act if their words held no consequences and did not have to be identified by the writer? Does the pressure of identifying yourself with a sole blog lead to the uncomfortability of ourself, or vice versa?
For me today , this topic was was a shot in the dark to write about while I sat on the porch with my own thoughts and decided not to be so intrigued as to whether to share them or not. Rather I made a conscious decision to try to question the sub conscious and to admit my ignorance of such practices on the internet. Throwing yourself in to unnatural environments is one way to learn more about the world, yourself and others, and so to you, here I am.
I just walked down the street to the beach to check out the waves in Rehoboth, and all I have to say is if you are willing to surf in that, you are one crazy motherfucker.
That’s right, my homeboy Joe is a Vice Presidential nominee. I can’t even begin to tell you how happy I am about this. While I am still unsure about who I will throw my support behind in November, I can tell you that I am very happy for Joe. He is a great guy, and above all else, knows his shit. Period.
When my grandfather passed away a few years ago, Joe came up to myself and said, “I knew your grandfather very well and he was a damn good man. You should be proud.” My brothers, cousins, and myself will remember that always.
All that being said, I wish him the best of luck in the upcoming election, and look forward to him supporting not just Delawareans, but all of America. Word.
I am down in Dewey and, since it is a gorgeous day, have decided to skip work and sit on the beach all day with my family and future in-laws. My question is, what do YOU do when it is this nice out? HAVE A GREAT WEEKEND!!!!
My computer (MacBook) crashed–AGAIN. So now I am back for the foreseeable future.
After going through withdraw for the past week while I shopped around for a new hard drive I am back, and well rested! My week off let me sit back and reflect on life. My conclusion: Internet = Crack/Heroin.
I got called a racist this weekend. It was the first time I have been called that by someone who actually meant it, which almost caused me to laugh in their face. The scenario was this: I served some beer and wine in a hospitality tent during the bicycle race in downtown Wilmington to people wearing blue wristbands. I gathered from the t-shirts they were wearing that they were either volunteers for the event or riders themselves. It was late in the afternoon and people were finally discovering the free beer I was serving so I was beginning to get pretty busy. It was at this point in my workday that the hilarious accusation came flying my way. I see these two guys, one black and one white, duck under the roped off tent and come straight up to the front of the line. Here is the exchange of words:
Black Dude: We want some free shit.
White Dude: Yeah, you can go ahead and give us each two bers (I write it like bers because that is how it sounded).
Me: Sorry guys, you need a wristband to get food and drinks in this tent. There is a beer stand for the public a few blocks up the street though.
White Dude then leaves. Black Dude pretends I spoke farsi.
Me: Sorry sir, but I can’t serve you. It is a private tent for volunteers.
Black Dude (with four black guys ironically waiting next in line): Oh, I see what it is. This is free shit for white people.
*Puzzled look on my face
Black Dude: You fuckin cracker ass white boy only givin shit to white people. Yous a fuckin racist. SUCK IT
OK guy. I’m here doing my job and being polite to you, even though you don’t deserve it, and I am a racist. I couldn’t believe it. I retold this story about 20 time and laughed my ass off every time. I hope each and every time I am charged with racism, it turns out to be as hilarious as my first. Ya gotta love being told to suck it.
This country fucking hates young people. HAAAATES EM! We don’t provide health care to the many youths, we don’t support the public education system (Give me a NCLB-fucking break!), and we certainly don’t mind shipping them off to police the world and nation build. What gets me is this: Why is there STILL such a lack of interest some semblance of knowledge among young people in the realm of politics?
I have had three conversations about politics with three of my lucky peers in the past week that have gone something like this:
A-Hole: So, Obama eh? That dude is a fucking rockstar.
Me: Yeah, he’s got a pretty big following.
A-Hole: “Pretty big following?” Your crazy bro’. He is fucking nasty; got’s some mad bitches at his rallies!
Me: Oh, did you go to the one in Rodney Square?
A-Hole: Nahh… My grandmom was watchin’ CNN and he was talkin’ and I saw some hotties in the background.
Me: Yeah, well he’s got a ton of young people going to see him talk and shit. You know, watching him on YouTube and all.
A-Hole: Oh, I’ve never gone to see him or watched him on YouTube or anything, but I’m DEF voting for him. It’ll be cool to see a black dude as president and all.
Me: So you haven’t heard what he has to say and you’re gonna vote for him?
A-Hole: Fuck yeah dude. You’re not?
Me: Not sure yet. I like a lot of what he has to say, but I don’t agree with it all.
A-Hole: Your crazy dude. He DEF gonna win. You’d be a sucker not to hop on the train now.
Not only did I blow my fucking brains out when I got home, I threw up before I did it. I am a young man (23 and bar mitzvah’d, hence “young” and “man.”), but it is clear as fucking day to me that this is ‘No Country’ for me and my fellow young’ins.
