The Dhamma of the Buddha

Arise! Sit up!
Of what use are your dreams?
How can you who are sick
And pierced with the arrow of grief
Continue to sleep?

Arise! Sit up!
Train yourself to win peace.
Let not the king of death,
Knowing you to be lazy,
Trick you into his realm.

Cross over this attachment,
Tied to which both gods and men are trapped.
Do not let this chance slip by,
Because for those who do,
There is only hell.

Dusty is indolence.
Dust comes in its wake.
With knowledge and vigilance,
Draw out the arrow of suffering from yourself.

 

A little new-agey or whatever, but I actually think this quote is extremely inspiring.

lolfactory:

Robots don’t care.
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Robots don’t care.

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Springfield Still Life.
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Springfield Still Life.

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Some bands want to pay their bills and raise their families with their music.

thedivineash:

themattsmith:

You know, like a CAREER.

Not everyone wants to live like Fugazi, and to begrudge them that is childish.

 For the Bubbs. What’s your take on this, honey?

 I’ll take the bait, I guess.

I have to say that in this age of generally accepted pirated music downloads in lieu of record sales, it’s pretty ridiculous for pretentious snobs to criticize musicians for licensing their music for commercials and movies. How are people supposed to make money at music? If it really bothers you that much, send the band a check for $20 for every album of theirs you’ve downloaded and you’ve just bought yourself the right to complain.

The fact is that bands are netting less and less from album sales with the takeover of free internet culture. Also, with rises in gas prices and corporate takeover of music venues, it’s becoming harder and harder for bands to make a good living touring either.

And why should we expect them to tour forever to make a living? At a certain point, some people need to spend time with their families, give their minds and bodies a break, and have a life. It really doesn’t work for everyone to be on the road 250 days out of the year. Just look at Dan Deacon. Years of heavy touring, bending over that electronics table, has given him acute back trouble, which will likely keep him from touring for awhile; years, possibly. Expect to see a couple songs of his in commercials coming up. How else is he supposed to make money to survive?

Sometimes this demand for groups to stay small, obscure, and non-commercial borders on the sadistic, like when everyone pooped their pants when Modest Mouse hit the big time. This is a group that went from 1991-2003 with virtually no money and no commercial recognition, barely surviving on producing weirdo indie records and touring constantly in broken-down vans. When they finally were ready to make some money to live on with “Good News for People Who Love Bad News,” the “sell out” chorus chimed in. How long do you expect bands to starve before you decide that they’ve paid their dues?

The future of media belongs to advertising. Check out this Financial Times article about Vice Magazine. They’re one of the few print magazines of this decade that isn’t hemorrhaging money. Why? Because they very intelligently and proactively work with advertisers to squeeze out all the dollars they can from their readership. At the same time, they maintain their integrity by doing this very honestly and openly. Vice readers know they are being targeted, but every reader is an intelligent person who understands this process (or just doesn’t care). And with this money, Vice is able to do a lot of cool things, like running a record label, producing news stories, running a free streaming video network, making clothing, etc. All from a free glossy culture mag for hipsters.

Look, the demise of the record label is an important and inevitable process, something that needed to happen eventually to drive out the fat and the dinosaurs. But with this new market comes new realities. You can talk all you want about artistic integrity, and I have even found myself looking down on a few bands that licence their songs to companies like Wal Mart and Hummer (while being secretly aware that I would do the same thing if I were in their shoes), but the truth of the new media of the 00’s and beyond is same as the truth behind the very first newspapers: there is no purity to be lost. Even the “gray ladies” like the New York Times made their fortune with sensationalism, advertising, and back-room deals. One of the highest journalistic awards is still the William Randolph Hearst Award. Swinging back to music: Bob Dylan was in a Cadillac commercial.

Groups like Fugazi are very fortunate and very rare. They are products of luck, sacrifice, choice, and insanely supportive music scenes, the kind of which certainly don’t exist everywhere in the country. The only people who really begrudge artists from doing what it takes to support their families and themselves are entitled rich kids who have never had to do the same and don’t understand what it means to make your living in any capacity, much less on the strength of your songs.

Good for the sell-outs.

I'm really sorry, Internet, but...

forinstance:

Yeah, I’m not well-received in the high school (which is where I typically am for my job). Today, girls are buzzing about their late-night escapade to the movies to see New Moon. This series goes against everything we talk about in our teen dating violence prevention program….and the girls are lining up in masses, with “Edward” T-shirts to show their homage to the bullshit that is this series. Thedivineash didn’t mention it, but the books are terribly (horribly) written, as well. Romance, my ass. I think I’m going to have to write a book about the fucking bomb ass girl that saved her self and lived happily ever after, with occasional bad days (and that’s okay, too) for ever and ever. And then read it to my little bomb ass girl at bedtime.

thedivineash:

I HATE Twilight. It is a movie about abusive relationships. 100%. It is in exact opposition to all that I work for, live for, believe in, and stand up against. It is the exact example we give to students in high schools about warning sings to watch for abuse.

HE FUCKING TELLS HER HE WILL KILL HER. Bleh.

I wish I had the book in front of me right now, because there is this passage where they are in his room and he is wrestling with her and the author describes his arms as “a cage of steel” or some shit and then she tells him to stop and says he’s hurting her and expresses that she is scared and he keeps doing what he is doing until, UNTIL SOMEONE WALKS IN, which is when he quickly positions her on his lap and she says something like, “as if nothing was happening.”

Not to mention that he stalks her. STALKS HER AND WATCHES HER SLEEP and the book turns it into this romanticized version of love or commitment or some shit. It’s not. IT’S A FUCKING WARNING SIGN!

Also, I hear that in the second, third whatever many books that he starts trying to control who she hangs around.

Yeah. Let that sink in.

I fucking hate Twilight.

(Let the internet bashing begin.)

 I agree with you both. I have not read the book or seen the movie, but even the PREVIEWS for this shit makes me gag. Also, there’s this pretty good deconstruction of the first movie at the A.V. Club.

Anyway, even the most cursory interpretation of the plotline is problematic: a girl stays with a boy whose VERY NATURE is to kill/harm her because of the “overwhelming power or love.” My god.

This kind of thing makes me worry about having a daughter. Who knows what kind of perpy shit will be popular then? Good luck to you, Brooke, in bucking pop culture.

Sad truths about myself #1.

When I’m bored at work, I Google people like Sarah Palin and Ann Coulter, because experiencing anger and indignation helps alleviate mind-numbing monotony.

What I’m Listening to Right Now:
Brian Eno: Music for Airports
This album is beautiful. Yes, it’s ambient, so there’s not strong melody to it, but it really is more calming, relaxing, and spirit-lifting than most any album I listen to on a regular basis. On days like today, with phones ringing off the hook and everyone in the office stressed and yelling at each other, it really does help.
This sounds like angels slowing massaging your worries away. It sounds like transcendence and nirvana and oneness with the universe. Mmmmmmm….
Final word: I think I need a nap now.

What I’m Listening to Right Now:

Brian Eno: Music for Airports

This album is beautiful. Yes, it’s ambient, so there’s not strong melody to it, but it really is more calming, relaxing, and spirit-lifting than most any album I listen to on a regular basis. On days like today, with phones ringing off the hook and everyone in the office stressed and yelling at each other, it really does help.

This sounds like angels slowing massaging your worries away. It sounds like transcendence and nirvana and oneness with the universe. Mmmmmmm….

Final word: I think I need a nap now.

Scuba Santa
  • Me: It was kind of wierd though, being the only adults sans kids in the auditorium for Scuba Santa.
  • John: SCUBA SANTA!!! HOW DOES YOU EAT UNDER
  • THERE!?!?!...But no, fuck em.
  • Me: I guess. Maybe we can
  • borrow Jolie this year, so we
  • have a reason to be there.
  • John: We have a reason! We
  • like fish! They didn't know how to use a condom. Who's the real fool?
  • Me: *pause*
  • John: NOT US!
  • John: **self-satisfied grin**
  • c'mon, John, who uses condoms. Everyone knows they make sex terrible...but you can enjoy the fish with or without children. Fish are for everyone. Condoms are for losers.
  • THIS IS JOHN TALKING STARTING NOW: Ashley's posts of things I say always make me sound like a huge asshole. Or maybe it's just the fact that I'm a huge asshole. Either way, condoms do feel weird.
What I’m Listening to Right Now:
Minor Threat: Complete Discography
This really is ‘80s hardcore at its best. I defy any challenges. The songs are angry, frantic, and still awesome after all these years. This record totally brings me back to high school memory-wise, when all our politics was as easy to summarize as the lyrics to a Minor Threat song. Maybe growing up really does make you get lamer.
True story: one of my friends in high school was a girl with Asperger’s Syndrome who was attractive, weird, and willing to accept a lot of weirdness. Therefore, everyone I knew tried to hook up with her constantly. One of my male friends was in the process of trying to warm up to her, and as part of an effort to bond, lent her this CD when she mentioned a desire to get into “older punk music.”
He went to her house to pick her up one day, and was confronted by the girl’s super-religious mother, who had discovered the CD and accompanying lyrics sheet. There’s an f-word every 3 seconds or so on this album, so you can imagine the reaction. What followed was a forced, extended, sit-down conversation with this girl and my male friend about appropriateness, Jesus, accepting him as your personal Lord and Savior, and coming to church on Sunday. As soon as he could, my friend got the hell out of there. After that, this CD went down in history among my friends as a Christian witness-inducing, boner-killing piece of vulgarity. But it was still awesome.
Final word: Even after listening to this straight-edge music so much, I still went on to drink and do drugs. Sorry, Ian MacKaye.

What I’m Listening to Right Now:

Minor Threat: Complete Discography

This really is ‘80s hardcore at its best. I defy any challenges. The songs are angry, frantic, and still awesome after all these years. This record totally brings me back to high school memory-wise, when all our politics was as easy to summarize as the lyrics to a Minor Threat song. Maybe growing up really does make you get lamer.

True story: one of my friends in high school was a girl with Asperger’s Syndrome who was attractive, weird, and willing to accept a lot of weirdness. Therefore, everyone I knew tried to hook up with her constantly. One of my male friends was in the process of trying to warm up to her, and as part of an effort to bond, lent her this CD when she mentioned a desire to get into “older punk music.”

He went to her house to pick her up one day, and was confronted by the girl’s super-religious mother, who had discovered the CD and accompanying lyrics sheet. There’s an f-word every 3 seconds or so on this album, so you can imagine the reaction. What followed was a forced, extended, sit-down conversation with this girl and my male friend about appropriateness, Jesus, accepting him as your personal Lord and Savior, and coming to church on Sunday. As soon as he could, my friend got the hell out of there. After that, this CD went down in history among my friends as a Christian witness-inducing, boner-killing piece of vulgarity. But it was still awesome.

Final word: Even after listening to this straight-edge music so much, I still went on to drink and do drugs. Sorry, Ian MacKaye.

What I’m Listening to Right Now
Beyonce: I Am… Sasha Fierce
This might be the queer side of me talking, but this really is an amazing album. I listened to it this past weekend at our housewarming party and was reminded of how great it is all the way through. You can tear down pop all you want, or accuse platinum-selling music of being bland and souless, but you can’t stop yourself from dancing when the singles from this album come over the loudspeakers.
Just listen to “If I Were a Boy,” or “Diva.” It kind of makes you believe in the wisdom of a bunch of old guys sitting in a room and writing amazing pop songs for dynamic performers who can sell the crap out of them onstage and (with studio assistance) on the record. It worked for the last six decades of pop music, and it worked here. Sometimes throwing buckets of money at an artist and an insanely over-the-top production yields effective results.
Imma let you finish… and it may have already jumped the shark, but “Single Ladies” is also one of the best videos of the decade. Period.
Final word: Let’s go to Arnie’s!

What I’m Listening to Right Now

Beyonce: I Am… Sasha Fierce

This might be the queer side of me talking, but this really is an amazing album. I listened to it this past weekend at our housewarming party and was reminded of how great it is all the way through. You can tear down pop all you want, or accuse platinum-selling music of being bland and souless, but you can’t stop yourself from dancing when the singles from this album come over the loudspeakers.

Just listen to “If I Were a Boy,” or “Diva.” It kind of makes you believe in the wisdom of a bunch of old guys sitting in a room and writing amazing pop songs for dynamic performers who can sell the crap out of them onstage and (with studio assistance) on the record. It worked for the last six decades of pop music, and it worked here. Sometimes throwing buckets of money at an artist and an insanely over-the-top production yields effective results.

Imma let you finish… and it may have already jumped the shark, but “Single Ladies” is also one of the best videos of the decade. Period.

Final word: Let’s go to Arnie’s!

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