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Name: Maro Gender: Male
Interests: Hobbies: Drawing (currently working on a project starring Joan of Arc as a bunny rabbit--a comic book that is) acting, writing and even though I haven't done it in the longest time, Yoga. Mmmm. Yoga.
Movies: Kill Bill, Kamchatka, Batman Returns, Edward Scissor Hands, Sleepy Hollow, Nightmare Before Christmas, Ed Wood, Pulp Fiction, Chicago, The Sea Inside, Nemo, Incredibles , LOTR trilogy, Monty Python and the Holy Grail (just to name a random few)
Shows: Lost, Alias, Buffy & Angel (guilty pleasure much?), Six Feet Under, South Park, The Daily Show, SNL, Conan (O'Brien, dur) etc....
Music: Alanis, Michelle Branch, Jimmy Eat World, Barenaked Ladies, Garbage, Audioslave, U2, Cranberries(...)
Books: His Dark Materials, 100 Years of Solitude, Harry Potter, The Perks of Being a Wallflower, Sin City, Maus, 'NNY Expertise: Making fun of you (and your mom) Occupation: Student Industry: Other
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Member Since:
4/13/2005
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| So I'm reading 'The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll
and Mr. Hyde," or rather, I have been *trying* to read it for the
longest time. I can only read a page or two before I fall asleep. I
really like the book, but it puts me to sleep. I had something similar
happen with "Jonathan Strange.." except that made made me fall asleep
after a couple of paragraphs. Incidently I never finished that book.
My life has been occupied with Mock exams, which are
like final exams, except not really, they're actually fake exams to get
ready for the *REAL* exams in May--- hence the 'mock.' Essentially,
they've stopped me from going out anywhere or having any significant
amount of fun for the past two weeks. I think I did pretty well on most
of them. Except, of course, for Math, which I failed, but that was
really no surprise, haha. The good thing about Mocks is that I don't
have to go to school every day. Crappily, (I've decided this is a valid
word to segue into a new sentence) it means I have to cab it to
Paitilla which kinda sucks.
Saturday I went to Musicfest. It was okay-- I
got to see Miranda, which was really cool, but I ended up going home
early... I was pretty tired.
I'm still waiting for financial aid packages
from colleges. That's pretty much going to determine where I go. At
this point it looks pretty bleak, but whatever, we'll see. My back up
plan is to reapply for the Spring Semester. My mom's back up plan is to
send me to Nebraska .
I've been really been getting into television
again, haha. I'm digging Alias, Lost and Veronica Mars. It's fun to
have shows you watch religously. Lost is just incredible. I wish I had
thought up that show, lol. Rarely is there an episode that doesn't blow
my mind (not necessarily in terms of revealing some big secret, but
rather because of the character development and the implications of the
story). The Real World Key West starts tonight! Woohoo! I can
start living my life vicariously through a new group of over-sexed
twenty-somethings! The best news, however, is that Six Feet Under is
FINALLY coming back. The latinamerican HBO has been holding back on me
forever, and it's the last season! I think it was nearly two years ago
when they aired the last new episode down here. . I nearly shat myself
when I saw the commercial for the new season. Well, not really-- but I
got plenty excited!
Oh TV, what would I do without you? 
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| There’s a red fox torn by a huntsman’s packI think this song has the most amazing lyrics.Yeah it's kind of a
downer. But in a beautiful sort of way. The version I love is the one
sung by A. Morissette of course, hehe. The original lyrics are by Sting
and the Police. Download it!
There’s a little black spot on the sun today
It’s the same old thing as yesterday
There’s a black hat caught in a high tree top
There’s a flag-pole rag and the wind won’t stop
I have stood here before inside the pouring rain
With the world turning circles running ’round my brain
I guess I’m always hoping that you’ll end this reign
But it’s my destiny to be the king of pain
There’s a fossil that’s trapped in a high cliff wall
That’s my soul up there
There’s a dead salmon frozen in a waterfall
That’s my soul up there
There’s a blue whale beached by a springtime’s ebb
That’s my soul up there
There’s a butterfly trapped in a spider’s web
I have stood here before inside the pouring rain
With the world turning circles running ’round my brain
I guess I’m always hoping that you’ll end this reign
But it’s my destiny to be the king of pain
There’s a king on a throne with his eyes torn out
There’s a blind man looking for a shadow of doubt
There’s a rich man sleeping on a golden bed
There’s a skeleton choking on a crust of bread
There’s a red fox torn by a huntsman’s pack
There’s a black-winged gull with a broken back
There’s a little black spot on the sun today
It’s the same old thing as yesterday
I have stood here before inside the pouring rain
With the world turning circles running ’round my brain
I guess I’m always hoping that you’ll end this reign
But it’s my destiny to be the king of pain | | |
| in no wayI in no way endorse Adventure Quest... whatever the fuck it is. | | |
| I found this really interestingThese are highlights
from an article from the New York Times about the whole MySpace
culture. I thought it was really intriguing. You can read the whole
thing here> http://www.nytimes.com/2006/02/19/fashion/sundaystyles/19SELF.html?_r=1&oref=slogin
In her bedroom in Lubbock, Tex.,
Ms. Adams, 21, tried out a variety of poses — coy, friendly, sultry,
goofy — in the kind of performance young people have engaged in
privately for generations before a mirror. But Ms. Adams's mirror was a
Web cam, and her journey of self-expression, documented in five digital
self-portraits, was soon visible to the 56 million registered users of
MySpace.
"Everyone's
a little narcissistic," Ms. Adams said. "Being able to take pictures of
yourself in privacy allows you to do it without inhibitions. Each
person takes better pictures of themselves than anyone else can because
they know their own bodies, they know their own minds."
[…]
And
one particular kind of image has especially soared in popularity,
particularly among the young: the self-portrait, which has become a
kind of folk art for the digital age.
Framing
themselves at arm's length, teenagers snap their own pictures and pass
the cameras to friends at school or e-mail the images or upload them to
the Internet. For a generation raised on a mantra of self-esteem,
striking a heroic, sultry or brooding pose and sharing it with the
world comes naturally.
"It's
a huge phenomenon," said Matt Polazzo, the coordinator of student
affairs at Stuyvesant High School in Manhattan, referring to the
compulsive habit of teenagers to snap everything in their lives,
especially self-portraits. "Just yesterday I had a girl sitting on the
couch in my office," he said. "She took out her cellphone and said,
'Here, I'm going to show you a picture of my best friend,' snapped a
picture of herself and showed it to me, all in one fluid motion."
[…]
Art
historians say that the popularity of the self-portrait is
unprecedented in the century-long history of the snapshot. "I think it
is probably a new genre of photography," said Guy Stricherz, the author
of "Americans in Kodachrome, 1945-65" (Twin Palms, 2002),
[…]
Psychologists
and others who study teenagers say the digital self-portraiture is an
extension of behavior typical of the young, like trying on different
identities, which earlier generations might have expressed through
clothing and hairstyles. "Most of what I've been seeing is taking place
in the bedroom," said Kathryn C. Montgomery, a professor of
communication at American University,
referring to teenage self-portraits. Dr. Montgomery studies the
relation of teenagers to the digital media. "It's a locus of teen life
where they are forming their identities, and now it's also a private
studio where they can develop who they are.
[…]
To
Jeffrey Jensen Arnett, a developmental psychologist, digital
self-portraiture is a high-tech way of expressing an impulse among
teenagers and young adults that psychologists call "the imaginary
audience."
"This
is the idea that adolescents think people are more interested in them
than they actually are, that people are always looking at them and
taking note of what they are doing, even if it is just walking across
the school cafeteria," said Dr. Arnett, who is a Fulbright scholar at
the University of Copenhagen.
[…]
“These kids are fabulous self-marketers.”
[…]
Young
people have become so candid in sharing their intimate images online
that some parents and lawmakers are concerned. This month the attorney
general of Connecticut, Richard Blumenthal,
promised an investigation into MySpace, spurred by complaints of
parents that minors could have access to sexual images on the site or
could post suggestive pictures that could make them vulnerable to
sexual predators. Members have included pictures of themselves in
scanty attire or suggestive poses. For many, MySpace functions as a
dating site.
[…]
"Shooting
from higher up stretches the neck muscles, and there is no double
chin," said Ken White, the chairman of the fine-art photography
department at the Rochester Institute of Technology, adding that it
also accentuates the jaw line. "It is a glamorizing view."
In
the era of the blog, when many deem the most trivial and personal
information fit for public consumption, the self-reference of the new
portraiture feels natural. "In a funny way I don't see this as
photography anymore," said Fred Ritchin, an associate professor in the
photography and imaging department at the Tisch School of the Arts at New York University. "It's communication. It's all an extension of cellphones, texting and e-mailing."
Many users consider digital self-portraits whimsical and ultimately disposable.
"People
want pictures of a new hairstyle, outfit or makeup, and they want to
show it to their friends," Tom Anderson, the president of MySpace, said
in an e-mail message. But, he added, "I suppose all folk art comes from
necessity of some sort."
**I apologize for the crappy posting. I realize the font
changes sizes. But alas, I have not the blogging skills to correct
this.
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| X-mas vaca. X-mas vacation was what it was. In my mind, it's cleary divided into different episodes.
I guess the thing that stands out the most is the feeling of waiting.
Although what should stand out the most is all the random stuff that
happened.
Of course, I would have done some things differently in retrospect. Not
wasted so much time for one-- but like I said, X-mas vacation was what
it was.
On a less vague note, I took driving lessons. And yeah, I really suck.
I can change the gears fine, I just can't steer. I'm not sure I'm going
to try to get a license. My mom says she doesn't really care either
way; and honestly, I kind of hate driving.
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