You can judge a person by their playlist

This question came to me as I was flipping through the R&B/Soul section of the whatever people call it record store on Record Store Day. Whenever you ask someone what their favorite kind of music is, don't they usually reply with a boring "Well everything really, except for country."? It happens to me every time I ask that question. It's either that or country only, there's nothing else. If you asked me, I'd narrow it down whatever's on KUTX, except for the folk music. I can't take folk music, I can't even think straight when it's playing. I don't know how I started listening to that station either, but I've been listening to it since the first day it started last year in 2013. Another reason I listen to it is because of how sometimes the DJs with the slower/deeper voices can go on talking about nothing for twenty minutes without you noticing. It sounds something like:  "And it's kind of nice outside today, a little cloudy, but I like cloudy it gets me in that feeling, you know that feeling. I was at Threadgills and they had this thing were, and the sky, cloudy, this concert, they havent been here in a long time, the last time they were, I remember they did this thing and it was also cloudy on that day."

And then you realize what the hell you were listening to for the past twenty minutes.
But I had a conversation with a friend about that station, and they said they listened to it too and I could actually relate to the different shows that come on and it was really great. It was the first time I didn't have to say "Well, have you ever heard of this band?"
 "Nope."

Ghostland Observatory, remember  them?

So music must be some sort of identification card in this world that we live in. You can probably tell a lot about a person by the music they listen to. Maybe that's why their insecure, because they know I could tell something about that person if I checked out their playlist. Probably not what their favorite color is, but something like their age, coolness, stuff like that. It's not rocket science, but I bet a school like Harvard will come up with a study based on this blog with just a bunch of graphs and charts added into it.

My house is haunted (Spoiler Alert about ghosts)

Alright, so I know this sounds normal, but my house is haunted. I'm not just some guy who thinks his house is haunted, I AM a guy who KNOWS that his house is haunted. I had this "lucid" dream (if I'm using that word right) where I'm pretty sure something woke me up and turned me into a zombie one time. In my "dream" I went inside every room in my house and touched the floor, and then touched the ceiling. But I had to watch out for the candy Dots that flew around my house, looking for zombies. Unfortunately on my first trip, I was caught by a Dot, and I woke up. The second time, I was able to get to every room, even the one's people were sleeping in and do my zombie devil ritual thing, unconsciously, because I was possessed by the devil ghost in my house at the time. I noticed I was having these sleepwalking things when all of my pillows and sheets were upstairs and I sleep downstairs. I also have a spiral staircase in my house, and that makes it even more creepy. I also noticed that my house was haunted when my clothes were all moving on their own in my bedroom. They were moving in a wave motion, but they were my clothes so I wasn't too freaked out. So is my really haunted? I don't really know, but it probably isn't cause isn't everyone's house haunted? There are also so many things that have an influence on us that makes us think that things are haunted. I can't remember, but I'm sure I had watched a movie with ghosts, a book (probably not), or something else that made me think that if anything else had the same characteristics like in the movie, it's haunted. So if you're that kind of person who watches ghost shows and exorcist documentaries, chances are it's 1000% fake.                                                    

Going off topic: What's that smell? In the public library

"Can I borrow your library card?" - The stink in the library (Steve Buscemi in Big Daddy)

I like the library. I like it more than bookstores. But I've been visiting bookstores more often now. I don't think it's a bad thing though. It's just that feeling of ownership over a book that makes me feel good. But then, I don't know why I need to buy a book. I realized this when I was watching an episode of Seinfeld and George had just broken up with a woman when he realized he left his books at her house. Jerry asked if he had read them, he said yes, and then told him to forget about the books. So that's what I'm trying to do, forget about the books. Once I read them, they leave back to the 'SELL HERE' section of the bookstore. Along with the old CDs I have because who listens to CDs anymore, right? It's all about the vinyl now, but I can't stand it. But the weirdest part, and the hardest part about going to the library, is that smell. It's the smell, the same smell when you walk into one (especially Faulk). The gross, hot summer stench of a dead rat that keeps showing up around the computer area. Hobos don't really care about the ownership of a book, so that's why they end up in the library. But what is it? Does it make me look intellectual? Does it make me cool? Do I want people to know what I read? And what is that smell? Anyway, I'm just going off topic.

If you're homeless and visit the library, please don't.

Finding the right one for me

Have you ever been looking and looking for the right one for you but can't ever find it? You're not alone. This happened to me when I was at H-E-B today (crowned the best grocery store in the US). I was looking for some good avocados to make some guac and plant some pits, which is putting the "seed" in the water. I have about seven sitting on my window sill now, no green yet. But anyway, I can never find the perfect avocado or any fruit for that matter. They're always too hard or too soft and never just right. It takes real skill to do this and a skill many learn as adults or never learn at all. Being on the not-so-strict vegan diet I am on (had beef fajitas for lunch) I know my way around the produce section. Here's how to do it. Not too hard, not to soft, but lean towards a softer one. If you can't tell the difference, well you just might want to stop reading right now. Here's also some advice on bananas, where I also can never find the right one for me. They're almost always green with more green than yellow. Unless you stumble upon the 50 cent bag of ripe, brown spotted bananas, then buy those immediately. But when looking for the right bundle of bananas, it doesn't matter how pretty they look because you shouldn't be eating them when they're a clean yellow. Why? Well because they're not ripe and taste bad, which is probably why you don't eat bananas in the first place. Eat them when they're spotted because they taste a lot better then, have more alkaline in them, and look a lot better inside. No, they're not bad if they're bruised, you just have a fruit problem, and I just diagnosed you. So when it comes to looking for the right one in your life, just wait, they'll be ripe soon enough.

Pizza is the national food of ME

Sorry to Naples, Italy, but we sort of own the pizza. I know that pizza was originated in Italy and when you think of pizza, you think of the Italian flag and "Italian style" pizza with the New York pinch of flavor, coming from all of the Italian immigrants of course (thanks), not George Washington and a bald eagle, but it's ours. I noticed this the other day while I was buying my weekly suit and thought what the real food of our country is. The first few things were the hamburger, pizza, funnel cake, weight loss pills, and ice cream. I then scientifically narrowed these down to hamburger and pizza. How is that? Well it's simple. I asked a random group of 20,000 people of which food they prefer. 38 percent said they like Hamburgers and the other half said they want some pizza. And when you think about it, when has any class had a hamburger party? Never. Because pizza is easy to make, eat, and throw in the fridge for tomorrow. There's also not a pizza flavored hamburger, but there's a hamburger flavored pizza. Or when it's Friday and you say, "hey what are we gonna eat tonight?" And then someone says "lets get pizza!" I also researched the amount of pizza shops versus the amount of burger joints in Austin, TX and there's more hamburger joints than pizza, unfortunately. Well, I at least like pizza. So it's the national food of me I guess. But don't worry, I eat healthy too, and so should you. Maybe a veggie pizza would fix that. With gluten free bread too because I once ate gluten free bread and woke up looking like all three Jonas brothers. 

 eating healthy

A Bloem (That means Blog Poem)

This is a Bloem, a poem on a blog. That also means that it can only make less sense (from what poems are already). 

On a Thursday Night, it's thundering, no fright, I just might make some tea.
But Me? Make some tea? No siree! I am a man and a man makes.. Coffee.
But Coffee? That's not me. I kinda like tea. Only Green.
And that means tomorrow's Friday, Friday is my day, hay day, make way for me, Friday. Anyway.
Is a dog brown if it's a down clown ready to go to town to buy a crown, my dog, he's brown. And the brown is soft, not the brown but the dog, the dog likes no fog for he sleeps in a log. No dog likes to jog in fog.

I woke up drank some not tea, and I flee and all of a sudden I see! Someone? No that's me. In  the mirror. I must've been staring in the mirror. It kills so much time I just, wait. Did you hear that? The Thunder #Thunder. Clash mag in a slumber at most can I have your number?
And don't forget! Plantains, avocados just right, and plums with red on the inside with no cucumbers. But what do they look like on  the outside and no cucumbers? Yeah no cucumbers, on that post in a Tumblr. No cucumbers!
Hey! Little Girl! On the curb! Hand me that snowcone on the ground! It's still fresh, no joke. But watch out don't choke, there's a roach in it! Just kidding just hand it, to me he spoke.
Anyway, the rhyme has come to a close, as I must pick up some clothes, from the cleaners, my gold suit and my jeaners and please no pictures for my eyes have got no fixtures. My glasses I mean I do them on the lean, for free, they're clean and that ain't no LIE.

Is it cool?: Calling on the phone

Ever since smartphones came out, everyone has been really insecure with their phones. Mostly because things have gotten very personal on smartphones because there's so much to do on them.

But I still enjoy talking on the phone, because I think I look cool doing it. But when other people see me talking on the phone, they think I'm talking to someone who's telling me something really important.

"My son, huh?"

You know, that kind of situation where your mom is calling you to tell you to come to the front office or something like that. But it's usually me just talking to a friend. And I feel really cool doing it too. Like I'm talking to the president, laughing and everything. It definitely looks cooler than me making weird smiles at the screen and trying not to laugh. But then I think about me being that one obnoxious guy on the bus who laughs and screams through the phone. I don't want to be that guy. Or the guy who touches and plays with everything when on the phone. This includes the wall, people's desk toys, and people, while walking around.
I think older people have no problem doing this, just people my age, younger who have a hard time trying to talk on the phone. The next step is trying to find someone who will actually have a conversation with you on the phone, besides grandma.

So, is it cool? Yeah, it's cool.