And So I Whispered I Love You

Here's another video. It's the director's cut edition.

'Til Her Daddy Takes The T-Bird Away

This is a video of some girls from my high school. I stumbled upon one of their Facebook profiles and found an album titled, 'Barbecue with friends'. I quite liked the pictures I saw so I made a slideshow of them.


Notice the goat at 1:56

R.I.P, D.O.G

This is to commemorate the death of Ronnie Springfield. Rick Springfield's loyal bull terrier.
In fact, Rick and Ronnie had such a deep affinity for one another's company, Rick let Ronnie be the star of the album cover of his 1981 masterpiece Working Class Dog. The general subject matter of the album, (unrequited love) reflects the album title poignantly as that's all Rick sees himself as; A Working Class Dog.

Ronnie became the truly literal representation of Rick’s inadequacy issues which permeated and perhaps dominated the album. A true symbol of Rick and Ronnie's identification with one another. I can’t think of a more emotionally tactile illustration of symbiosis. Perhaps one of the most beautiful systems in our existence. Well, that as well as its sister concepts; synchronicity and to some extent, serendipity. But I digress, it is so rare for any friendship to be that deep and any man (or dog) that shares it with another must retain it with all his might.

Rick is arguably the greatest pop stars of all time. Most well-known for his 1981 chart topper 'Jessie’s Girl' he tells the true story of how he is in love with his friend's girlfriend and her not returning his affections.
The sad minor chords perfectly complement the macho yet crushingly sensitive guitar riff. But where it really shines through is the lyrics. Rick perfectly captures the melancholic confusion that defines the dejection of unrequited love. I find the most poignant example is this;

And I'm lookin' in the mirror all the time
Wondering what she don't see in me
I've been funny
I've been cool with the lines
Ain't that the way
Love supposed to be

Though 'being funny and cool with the lines' is typically a male tactic, Rick's longing and pain is easy to identify with, whether man or woman.
And I (as well as Rick's other fans) know that only half this genius was down to him, the other half was down to that fine-furred denizen of the daytime, that little ball of sunshine, wagging his tail and breathing heavily. The way dogs do that. 
He was Rick's muse. Every great artists needs inspiration, what better inspiration than man's best companion.
Bow wow old friend, bow wow.

My Artwork

Ok, so I made some artwork a few weeks ago. I don't know much about aesthetics, but I think putting a picture I got off the internet and then editing it on paint does legitimately count as artwork (only just mind you). Anyway, I put them on Facebook but decided to take them off last night 'cos I started to get nervous that my Rabbi would see them. He hasn't invited me to shabbos in a couple of weeks, now I'm seriously worried. So I'm putting them on here instead.

 

I'd just like to say that I did not make this, I just thought it was funny.

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Nobody finds me as funny as I find myself. I can laugh for hours at jokes I don't even bother telling people 'cos they wouldn't 'get it'. (I tell them anyway)

I am pretentious and HIGHLY egotistic. I have a refusal to acknowledge other people's existence and I generally project my identity to others as, intellectual but cocky and HIGHLY sociable while protruding a streak of the taboo and eccentric.
Of course, this is nothing more than a facade to keep people at arms length. I am actually an emotionally confused, immature person with no 'real' identity and I exploit perceptions because I need people to validate my individuality and half-crappy intelligence.

I'm also extremely insincere, contrived, transparent and embarassingly silly. But I'm sure you've already realised that if you've given me some thought. Which I'm sure you haven't because it's unlikely you actually care.
I love all religions and all faiths but I try to avoid becoming part of one, because, once you become part of a group, you lose your autonomy and individuality. Not only this, but it's best to be totally self-sufficient rather than trying to belong to some sort of group (nobody likes a doormat, get a fucking identity).

I'm a massive advocate of irony and as someone in my student planner once said, 'Words like nature, half reveal and half conceal the truth within'. I think that enhancing one's words with irony conceals the truth even better.
And it's funny.

Humans are losers.

It's 9:44 in the morning on a Saturday. I've already been up for 12 hours. Ergo a new blog. Prepare yourself now for the sublime orgasm of words and ideas I'll be putting out there. Get your beer hat out and your hand back in your pants 'cos I can't promise it will be great, or even good, but it will temporarily distract you from your petty reflections upon what a sad, lonely loser you are, the way you feel smothered by mediocrity every single day. (Isn't that why you're on the computer in the first place?)

Enjoy.