Friends: The Truth in Society

I can’t say I’m really quite a pessimist. But I’m not exactly an optimist either.

Recently something has occurred that sent my mind whirring. Or spinning. Or well, whatever word suites your taste.
It occurred to me that we really don’t know anyone. At all. They tell you things and you see things, but did what you see really happen? Is what they say true? So the doctor says your sick, you take medicine, you feel better. Maybe you’re just on an all-time high?
But really, it’s friends. Friends.
Its a great feeling to have the person you trust completely, no matter what their flaw, to be the one there. You might not know everything about them but you can cry to them and all that. And society completely allows it, sure, but does it actually exist? It’s a wonderful theory; a grand idea with a true vision. But can we prove it? If we try, where do we tell truth apart from lies? So then they tell you all their secrets, with proof and all, but what if they’re all in it? Against you? Well then it’s a lie. And if not? Well it’s the truth. But depending on your decision you choose pain from joy. Although one could argue you’ll end up with both any way so it’s not like it matters, right?
Wrong.
Because that joy can cancel out the pain of anything else.
But if we get that pain…its going to cancel out joy.
Order matters, but even more so impact.
But one can live on thinking there is such as truth and lies. And it makes a happy society. If we were all paranoid, well, we’d have no society. Everyone would be socially inept and society as we know it would cease to exist.
Cause really, friendship plays such a huge role. But there has to be a small nagging “but what if…?” in the back of the mind.
But oh no! We must avoid doubt and confusion. Make it easier. Ignore it. Throw all those that question it into a psychiatric ward.
Lies and truth. Maybe the lie is the truth for someone else. So really, a lie is an opinion, a personal perception of the fact.

Music: Modest Mouse, Dashboard!

Well, it would’ve been, could’ve been worse than you would ever know.
Oh, the dashboard melted, but we still have the radio.

Oh, it should’ve been, could’ve been worse than you would ever know.
Well, you told me about nowhere well it sounds like someplace I’d like to go.

Oh, it could’ve been, should’ve been worse than you would ever know.
Well, the windshield was broken but I love the fresh air you know.
(The dashboard melted but we still have the radio)

Oh, it would’ve been, could’ve been worse than you would ever know, oh!
(The dashboard melted but we still have the radio)
Oh, we talked about nothing which was more than I wanted you to know-oh-oh-oh-oh.
Now here we go!

Oh! It would’ve been, could’ve been worse than it had even gone
Well, the car was on blocks, but I was already where I want.
(It was impossible, we ran it good, we ran it good)
Why should we ever even ever really even get to know?
(It was impossible, we ran it good, we ran it good)
Oh if the world don’t like us it’ll shake us just like we were a co-oh-oh-oh-old.
Now here we go!

Well we scheme and we scheme but we always blow it
We’ve yet to crash, but we still might as well tow it
Standing at a light switch to each east and west horizon,
Every dawn you’re surprising,
and in the evening one’s consoling
Saying “See it wasn’t quite as bad as”
Well, it would’ve been, could’ve been worse than you would ever know.

I was patiently erasing and recording the wrong episodes
After you had proved my point wrong,
It wasn’t like I’d let it go, oh-oh-oh. Oh-oh-oh.
I just wanted to catch the last laugh of this show.

Yeah, it would’ve been, could’ve been worse than you would ever know.
Oh, the dashboard melted, but we still have the radio.
(The dashboard melted, but we ran it good, we ran it good)

Hard-wired to conceive, so much we’d have to stow it
Even needs have needs, tiny giants made of tinier giants.
Don’t wear eyelids so I don’t miss the last laugh of this show.
(The dashboard melted but we still have the radio)

Oh, we could’ve been, should’ve been worse than you would ever know.
(The dashboard melted but we still have the radio)
Well, you told me about nowhere well it sounds like someplace I’d like to go-oh-oh-oh-oh.
Now here we go!

Well we scheme and we scheme but we always blow it
We’ve yet to crash, but we still might as well tow it
Standing at a light switch to each east and west horizon,
Every dawn you’re surprising,
and in the evening one’s consoling
Saying “See it wasn’t quite as bad as”

Oh it would’ve been, could’ve been worse than you would ever know.
Dashboard by Modest Mouse, now one of my favorite songs.
All of their lyrics are actually really engaging and have actual meaning, which is so hard to find nowadays with all these new pop artists where all they can sing is “lalala love me baby, all night, love me *insert some stupid chorus* oh baby, you came over last night, I love you blah blah blah *insert repetitive crap*”.
These lyrics have some repetition, but not even close to all the songs that are so popular today.
Another artist I like with respectable lyrics is Yael Naim.

A Short Explanation

Yes well, due to some sad conditions. Ehem. I was forced to move my blog from a different site, so boom. HemeyWho is my new blogger place. Welcome, welcome.
So those posts aren’t from the same day, sadly I just don’t have that much time; after all, I do put sincere thought in my posts.

A Tribute: Andy Williams

A forgotten star? At least in my generation.

It’s time to make a tribute to one of the best male singers! Anddddddy Williams!
He’s an old little man now, but by gosh, he still sang even at his riper age.
Wow, I haven’t heard an older man sing that well since the random man singing opera walking down the street. I really wanted to tell him he was good, but when he got in his car I became just a little-oh I don’t know- scared he’d run me over; since obviously if he belted opera in the middle of the street, running someone over wouldn’t be too much of a feat. No offense opera-guy, you’re a true hero. Really. I’m trying to be sincere here.
Back to Andy Williams. Now, I came upon this guy looking for ‘Fly Me to the Moon’, which apparently he sang. So I really like his voice, at least in this song. So I find a few Christmas songs, and no way, its Andy!! Wow I have my own cyber-stalker! So I look this guy up on the oh-so-famous Youtube; and guess what? I got RESULTS. Yes, I know, a famous guy, amazing. But when I listened to his songs. Again. And again. And again. That’s when I decided I needed to meet Mr. Andy and tell him how amazing he sounds. His voice can go higher than I’ve ever heard a man’s voice go. Other that opera-guy of course.
My favorites, and the one he deserves standing ovations for- no wait, JUMPING ovations, include:
-Speak Softly Love
-Love Story (Where do I begin?)
-Can’t Take My Eyes Off of You
Click to get the youtube video of each. Then fall in love, and GET THEM!!
Okay, so my hero also got nominations and winssss, ready?
1958- Nominated for the Grammy Award for best male vocal
1961- Nominated for the Grammy Award for best male vocal
1962- Nominated for the Emmy Award for the “Andy Williams Show.”
1963- Nominated for the Emmy Award for the “Andy Williams Show.”
1963- Nominated for the Grammy Award for best male vocal
1964-Nominated for the Grammy Award for best male vocal
1965- 3rd place for Golden Laurel
1966-Nominated for the Grammy Award for best male vocal
1968- Nominated for Golden Globe for best t.v. star- male.
And in my own opinion:
1963-2008- My self proclaimed Amazing Superly Awesomely Cool Award for being such a frikkity amazing singer. That’s right, you know you agree. He wins it every year. Heh.
18 gold and 3 platinum albums.
Now let’s just hope I got my facts right.

Hurrah! So now, I’m sure, even if you don’t likkkee him, you appreciate him and WISH you could sing like that. Yes, I’m allowed to assume.
Even though of the three rules, one of them is NOT to assume. But hell, it’s my blog after all.

Andy Williams, I think you’re amazing.

And may I add he has beautiful eyes?

Beauty, The New Age, Starbucks

Three topics is just, kinda, sorta, my thing? I’d love, oh sooooo love, to follow as the teachers teach and make sure to exclude referring to the ‘audience’ or myself. But really, really, it’s all bullshit. It’s not like you’re writing to yourself. You’re writing so that OTHERS will read it! Welcome to the new age school system! Unless of course…you rather enjoy reading things addressed to you, and you write letters to yourself. But then, you’re still going to say “I hope you had a nice day. I know I did. La la la blah blah blah.” One thing I do like about progress though, is online banking. I know for a young person it’s not much of a bother or anything. But I’m the type to sit on a couch and randomly start thinking about how I’m supposed to pay bills, keep track of checks, and manage money. Hah hah, fear not dear people like myself! Online banking is sure to be my savior. No hassle. And you’re sure it’ll get where it should get. Bless the internet.

Let’s skip to Starbucks, and save my favorite for last. I just found this very funny; so there is a boy talking to a girl. Garcon a fille.
A person exclaims “Starbucks will be closed from 5:30 till 9!!”
So the girl says: “Everyday?!”
Boy: “No I don’t think so…”
Person: “Today.”
Boy: “For workshops and stuff? I think that’s what it is.”
Girl: “Oh my god that is gonna be forrrrevvver.”
Boy: “Yeah, I totally wonder why.”
Girl: “I live on the fricken stuff.”
Boy: “They probably need to train. Make better coffee. Yeah.”
Girl: “‘Scuse me? Better coffee? Ehem. Wow, bye.”

I find it amusing that a girl who apparently likes Starbucks coffee can get so offended because the guy thought they should make better coffee. The english language is a blessed thing indeed.
Chai.

Beauty. This is my fav-o-rite subject I’ve been hearing about. The different ideas on beauty.

So they say the typical beauties are as follow:
-Dark-haired, with pale skin, and green eyes. Apparently the typical Southern belle.
-Blonde, tan, and blue eyes. Thank you barbie for making this such a popular look. No really. I’m truly thanking you.
-And the oh-so loved “plain” beauty, brown hair, brown eyes, pale-ish skin.

Really, I gotta say, pathetic.
Brown eyes? Sorry, but I can’t stand alone the dreadfully boring descriptions. Anyone can technically be beautiful. Personally I’m a huge fan of eyes. I simply adore them, the noses eh, but mouths I also like. I took into account a saying “eyes are a window into the soul” when I was young and started to stare at peoples eyes. That’s when I fell in love with them. The shapes, the colors. So much. There is no brown. There’s chocolate with a hint of crimson, or walnut with sprinkles of forest. I dislike the descriptions of “she had brown eyes and plain, lanky brown hair.”, I’d prefer something more like “her eyes were of wood, with a nice polish. A hint of green could be found near the pupil, and the contrast was pronounced in the light. Her hair was blah blah blah.” Bordering on corny, but not just there. Not yet, not quite.
Well even moving on from there, we have this issue of being to FAT. Well you know what? Skinny people are bitches. Alright, it’s a generalization, but really, c’mon. They’re just bitter. Bittersweet perhaps. Those really, truly thin people though. Not lean or slim, THIN. T-H-I-N. They have to starve, or spend time working out, or throwing up. They’re jealous of those naturally blessed with leanness. Oh yes. I mean working out is great, and some people like it. But, that’s not so much for a majority of the people. Or else obesity and anorexia wouldn’t exist.

Something that crosses my mind quite a bit, and here I might step on some toes, is what if the standard of beauty was chubby, and oily hair, and a messed-up face? So then all those people that hide at home afraid of society would come out and be accepted, while all those models would be shamed into hiding. What if obesity became the new fad? If you’re not eating 1500349346 calories a day, well, huh, sorry bub you’re a LOSER! But no, we get the Angelina Jolie, Pamela Anderson thing going. Thinner you are, the sexier. Nice rotund ass? You go girl! C cups? Oh mm gee, you’re hot!
And then what about guys standards of ‘beauty’, or handsomeness I suppose. Well according to so many online resources, handsome, or ’sexy’ as preferred, is defined by a guy’s abssss and the strength of his jaw. His muscles, and his facial features. His hair. His hands? Thin, but they can go to chubby. Wow. Freedom to either side? I think not.

It’s argued that girls get the hardest standards to meet. I disagree. Guys get is pretty tough too. Oh sure, sure they don’t seem to care, and I’m sure some don’t. While girls fuss and fuss, but it doesn’t change the fact that the pure standard, the standard, doesn’t change. Just like the shape of chopsticks won’t change. Not for your life, dude.
And this got me excited for the topic of feminism. Oh joy joy.

The Views of Beauty, the thin and the true.