Ok, ok. I gotta do this. I hear a LOT of local rap. A LOT. And I love you kids for trying! I do! But seriously, some of y'all need HELP. Others, just put the goddamn mic down because spittin' is NOT a good look for you. I'm not gonna point fingers, name names.. that's a dick move. Just sayin'.. after you read this post and listen to the link I just provided you, be objective. I'll see you in a few minutes.
Smart rhymes.. analyze it.
(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ID3ko66HIts)
Ok, you back with me? Good. I'm not sayin' your style sucks if you're not a chopper. I'm sayin' all these cats, especially Kali and Godemis in this example, spit some of the smartest rhymes I've ever heard. Yeah, Kali chops HARD. But if you listen to the words, the meanings, the way they connect.. the multis, the metaphors. Just technically sound rhymes! If your style isn't TECHNICALLY SOUND, get back in the lab and fix it! And please, for the love of the Gods, pass this on. The 503 deserves to sound NICE, not retarded.
For the record, it's been a decade and change since I wrote anything seriously.
For the record, I could pull out a head sheet from the 90's or mid2000's and fuckin murk with it.
No, I won't battle you. Keep your ego, and embrace some self preservation. Who wants to get bodied by an old ass man in front of their friends?!
That said, I'm sure you want me to prove it. Gimme a beat and I'ma leave it in ashes. Get at me.. True speaks, I'm doin' this because I love the 503, I got respect for those who actually PURSUE these pipe dreams. I'm not just being a judgmental asshole. I'm trying to HELP YOU!
I'ma leave you with something to vibe to though, just as a present. You thought I was just gonna pull your cards and not do something nice for ya? Come on.. LOL!
It's All that I Know
(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h4CEdeE8D5Q)
Wednesday, June 13, 2012
Sunday, May 20, 2012
Can't take a break!
It's been a while since my last post. Figure I'll throw out an update. Here's how things go in the world of Pete lately.
Much to the chagrin of quite a few people (Hi haters. <3) Tish and I are together. I might do some stupid shit sometimes, but I love her more than life. True Story.
I'm looking to move. NOW. It sucks. I hate moving. But I can't afford this apartment by myself. Steve has helped with cleaning and groceries, which has been HUGE, but financially, I just can't cover it anymore by myself. I'm not upset with anyone about it. The only one I have a right to be upset with is myself for not working harder. I'm going out to Valley Brook tomorrow to apply. They have an open unit. that fits my needs. Also, I have an email out to the manager of the place I moved out of when mom got sick. My old apartment is open. That would be FANTASTIC. $450 a month, still with Salem Electric, and I should get decent signal for my Clear modem. As of tomorrow, I'm helping mom move Steve's stuff. This translates to a need to get my ass up early, get out to Valley Brook, and be BACK HOME by 3:30-4:00. I can do this!
I'm still looking for more work, or better work. As I said before, I don't give a damn who signs the paychecks as long as there's numbers on it. Preferably BIG numbers, but if I can't pull that off, I'll be reasonably happy about just adding more numbers to what I already get. However, with this move in progress, I'm gonna see where I end up before I do any more pavement pounding. Makes no sense to get myself a job here then move out south, or just move a few blocks and get another job out by the bar. I just know I have about 48 hours to pull off a miracle.
Yes, without a car, most of my house/job hunting has been done via the internet and hasn't turned up jack in the work department. It kinda works though because just about everything requires that you apply online these days.
Anyway, I'm off to send more emails. Wish me luck!
Much to the chagrin of quite a few people (Hi haters. <3) Tish and I are together. I might do some stupid shit sometimes, but I love her more than life. True Story.
I'm looking to move. NOW. It sucks. I hate moving. But I can't afford this apartment by myself. Steve has helped with cleaning and groceries, which has been HUGE, but financially, I just can't cover it anymore by myself. I'm not upset with anyone about it. The only one I have a right to be upset with is myself for not working harder. I'm going out to Valley Brook tomorrow to apply. They have an open unit. that fits my needs. Also, I have an email out to the manager of the place I moved out of when mom got sick. My old apartment is open. That would be FANTASTIC. $450 a month, still with Salem Electric, and I should get decent signal for my Clear modem. As of tomorrow, I'm helping mom move Steve's stuff. This translates to a need to get my ass up early, get out to Valley Brook, and be BACK HOME by 3:30-4:00. I can do this!
I'm still looking for more work, or better work. As I said before, I don't give a damn who signs the paychecks as long as there's numbers on it. Preferably BIG numbers, but if I can't pull that off, I'll be reasonably happy about just adding more numbers to what I already get. However, with this move in progress, I'm gonna see where I end up before I do any more pavement pounding. Makes no sense to get myself a job here then move out south, or just move a few blocks and get another job out by the bar. I just know I have about 48 hours to pull off a miracle.
Yes, without a car, most of my house/job hunting has been done via the internet and hasn't turned up jack in the work department. It kinda works though because just about everything requires that you apply online these days.
Anyway, I'm off to send more emails. Wish me luck!
Monday, March 26, 2012
To Whom It May Concern Pt. 2 - Repentance
Yesterday's blog was just to vent. Entirely full of frustration. I let shit get out of hand and rather than handling it properly I went all berserk on my keyboard and spat venom until I literally destroyed my life. Am I still frustrated by the same things? Yes. It's nobody's fault but my own though. I resolved last night with my angel and my brother to make some serious positive changes.
Yes, I'm the world's worst house keeper. Object one on the fix it list. Steve and I have decided that what two grown ass men can accomplish in one hour can move mountains. Well, there's mountains of shit to do around here, so we're moving a mountain a day.
I'm so out of shape it's ridiculous. After we move mountains in the house, we're going next door to the gym to literally move a mountain.
I need a damn job! I'm devoting at least an hour a day to finding one. Seems pathetic right? Grizzly bears can accomplish tons of things in an hour. Especially this one.
Last but not least. In fact, possibly most! I'm sorry angel. I let my anger get the best of me, and rather than communicate directly with you, I went all bug-fuck and spit venom into the world.
Yes, I'm the world's worst house keeper. Object one on the fix it list. Steve and I have decided that what two grown ass men can accomplish in one hour can move mountains. Well, there's mountains of shit to do around here, so we're moving a mountain a day.
I'm so out of shape it's ridiculous. After we move mountains in the house, we're going next door to the gym to literally move a mountain.
I need a damn job! I'm devoting at least an hour a day to finding one. Seems pathetic right? Grizzly bears can accomplish tons of things in an hour. Especially this one.
Last but not least. In fact, possibly most! I'm sorry angel. I let my anger get the best of me, and rather than communicate directly with you, I went all bug-fuck and spit venom into the world.
Sunday, March 25, 2012
To whom it may concern..
Rage post was full of rage.. Venting accomplished. Wrecked my fucking life with it. Took until 3 AM to fix it. Time to rebuild. New post imminent.
Sunday, February 12, 2012
"Furlow Days?! WTF?!"
That pair of questions actually came out of my mouth the other day when my girl used the phrase. For those not familiar, I'm about to learn ya.
When used by the Salem-Keizer School District, a Furlow Day is a day used to ease the financial pain of maintaining a full school year in order to remain cost effective and still provide education for the kids.
I'm told that these happen fairly often.
I believe that teachers should be paid an amazing salary (They aren't, btw.) because they work directly with our children. Our children are our future. Plain and simple. When the Old Boys (and girls) die off, retire, whatever, our children are the ones that will be taking over the world. Literally. I firmly believe that if you work directly with the kids, you deserve exceptional amounts of money.
That said, it's my thought that the school board is vastly overpaid. If the teachers aren't getting paid what they deserve (at least in my opinion) and they still can't afford to keep the schools open every day they're supposed to, there's a HUGE issue.
What could these issues be?
Lack of funding? It better not be. Our taxes increase yearly. If our money is being funneled elsewhere, that's entirely garbage. It's also likely true.
Increased overhead? I might buy into this one. With rising energy costs, and so many schools to accommodate a breeding explosion comparable only to a virus (Thanks Agent Smith for that metaphor), along with the cost of supplies, textbooks, and things of that nature, I could see this being a legitimate complaint.
The school board is paid EXORBITANT salaries, and gigantic bonuses on top of that? DING DING! I think we have a winner. Yes, these people earn their money by dictating what our kids learn, how often they learn it, and make decisions regarding the safety and education of our children. I believe this is a service worth paying for, but not even close to the extent we're paying now.
So what are our options as parents?
We can embrace this (in my opinion) negative change and enjoy the extra time we get to spend with our children. Not the worst idea ever, despite my opinion, because every second I get to spend with Cyris and Ninja is precious to me. Especially with Cy, whom I rarely get to see.
Deprive our children of the social aspect of school and teach them ourselves at home. I do like this idea because of the time we get to spend with the kids, but as I mentioned, it does deprive them of the social aspect of school, which is almost as important as the curriculum itself.
We can do some social engineering, demand alteration of the school board's collective salary, remove the ability to grant themselves bonuses at a whim..
Either way we go as parents, I think we might be kinda screwed. Your thoughts?
When used by the Salem-Keizer School District, a Furlow Day is a day used to ease the financial pain of maintaining a full school year in order to remain cost effective and still provide education for the kids.
I'm told that these happen fairly often.
I believe that teachers should be paid an amazing salary (They aren't, btw.) because they work directly with our children. Our children are our future. Plain and simple. When the Old Boys (and girls) die off, retire, whatever, our children are the ones that will be taking over the world. Literally. I firmly believe that if you work directly with the kids, you deserve exceptional amounts of money.
That said, it's my thought that the school board is vastly overpaid. If the teachers aren't getting paid what they deserve (at least in my opinion) and they still can't afford to keep the schools open every day they're supposed to, there's a HUGE issue.
What could these issues be?
Lack of funding? It better not be. Our taxes increase yearly. If our money is being funneled elsewhere, that's entirely garbage. It's also likely true.
Increased overhead? I might buy into this one. With rising energy costs, and so many schools to accommodate a breeding explosion comparable only to a virus (Thanks Agent Smith for that metaphor), along with the cost of supplies, textbooks, and things of that nature, I could see this being a legitimate complaint.
The school board is paid EXORBITANT salaries, and gigantic bonuses on top of that? DING DING! I think we have a winner. Yes, these people earn their money by dictating what our kids learn, how often they learn it, and make decisions regarding the safety and education of our children. I believe this is a service worth paying for, but not even close to the extent we're paying now.
So what are our options as parents?
We can embrace this (in my opinion) negative change and enjoy the extra time we get to spend with our children. Not the worst idea ever, despite my opinion, because every second I get to spend with Cyris and Ninja is precious to me. Especially with Cy, whom I rarely get to see.
Deprive our children of the social aspect of school and teach them ourselves at home. I do like this idea because of the time we get to spend with the kids, but as I mentioned, it does deprive them of the social aspect of school, which is almost as important as the curriculum itself.
We can do some social engineering, demand alteration of the school board's collective salary, remove the ability to grant themselves bonuses at a whim..
Either way we go as parents, I think we might be kinda screwed. Your thoughts?
Tuesday, January 31, 2012
Is a real life Idiocracy not only feasible, but imminent?
Before I even get started, if you haven't seen the movie Idiocracy go now. Do it. This will still be here when the movie's over.
Back from Netflix? Fantastic! Let's get to it.
On a daily basis, through various mediums I'm exposed daily to just how badly our society (as a general blanket statement) has regressed. We've gone from grunting cave dwellers that paint on our walls with blood and flowers to the architects of legendary monolithic skyscrapers on a regular basis. We've gone from the abacus to building computers that are actually smarter than we are (Watson. Google it.). And yet every day, there's some blast of utter stupidity. Are we truly the last generation of people capable of using their brains?! In my current employment, I deal with many 20-something individuals. On a one to one basis, they're pretty solid. They're still kids comparatively, and party as hard as they work. Nothing wrong with that at all. But once in a while, there's something that gnaws at me like a thorn in this old bear's paw.
Ok, maybe my title was a little extreme. But I do feel that people have forgotten the meaning of discretion. The fact that despite the social networking sites, there's some things people just try to keep private. Discretion is a lost art to most. Just yesterday on a friend's status post about going to a bar in Keizer, Oregon for quarter beers, one of their friends was like "THOTT U WER PREGGO?!" Obviously, if she went for quarter beers, she's not knocked up. She's not that stupid. I'm also fairly sure she thanks you for having so much faith in her intelligence.
Seriously, if as a species we're losing such crucial parts of human interaction as respect and discretion, I'm truly frightened what's next. I'm also terribly scared of the days when we're revered as geniuses in history books nobody will know how to read while people water their crops with energy drinks, staring at someone like they're high when they suggest using water. "But it has electrolytes."
Maybe the title wasn't so extreme after all..
Back from Netflix? Fantastic! Let's get to it.
On a daily basis, through various mediums I'm exposed daily to just how badly our society (as a general blanket statement) has regressed. We've gone from grunting cave dwellers that paint on our walls with blood and flowers to the architects of legendary monolithic skyscrapers on a regular basis. We've gone from the abacus to building computers that are actually smarter than we are (Watson. Google it.). And yet every day, there's some blast of utter stupidity. Are we truly the last generation of people capable of using their brains?! In my current employment, I deal with many 20-something individuals. On a one to one basis, they're pretty solid. They're still kids comparatively, and party as hard as they work. Nothing wrong with that at all. But once in a while, there's something that gnaws at me like a thorn in this old bear's paw.
Ok, maybe my title was a little extreme. But I do feel that people have forgotten the meaning of discretion. The fact that despite the social networking sites, there's some things people just try to keep private. Discretion is a lost art to most. Just yesterday on a friend's status post about going to a bar in Keizer, Oregon for quarter beers, one of their friends was like "THOTT U WER PREGGO?!" Obviously, if she went for quarter beers, she's not knocked up. She's not that stupid. I'm also fairly sure she thanks you for having so much faith in her intelligence.
Seriously, if as a species we're losing such crucial parts of human interaction as respect and discretion, I'm truly frightened what's next. I'm also terribly scared of the days when we're revered as geniuses in history books nobody will know how to read while people water their crops with energy drinks, staring at someone like they're high when they suggest using water. "But it has electrolytes."
Maybe the title wasn't so extreme after all..
Tuesday, January 17, 2012
Holy hell, it's been a while!
So much has happened in the last few weeks. Whirlwind of change style. Go ahead and grab your coffee, monster, soda.. oh hell, it's lunch time for most of you. I just crawled out of bed! iFail! Remix! Grab your cheeseburgers, tacos, or whatever mad scientist alchemy you can pull out of your fridge and buckle in. Ready? LET'S GO!!
Major happenings!
I've reconnected with the one woman that truly makes me feel whole. She's literally my other half. My drive, my happiness, my pride and joy.. my angel. This brings me happiness beyond measure! I'm still the same ol' me. I should still come with a warning label that says "CAUTION: I do dumb things!" but to prove to her that she means so much to me, I'm making a huge effort to cut down on my stupidity. I'm also making a massive effort to break out of the stagnant shell I was wearing. I was a TERRIBLE house keeper (Working on it!), I work about fifteen hours a week.. come the fuck on! I need income! I cheated on her about a bazillion times.. never again. In fact, when my friend (an ex girlfriend) said she really needed a place to stay, I consulted her before I even sent a reply... and it was her that sent the reply, not me. Yeah, she's a keeper. I intend to behave accordingly!
That brings me to the new roommate! She was entirely up shit's creek without a paddle. I'll leave the situation for her to discuss if she decides you need to hear about it. It wasn't cool at all. Since my brother had been living with his girlfriend for quite a while, I asked if he minded cleaning his room up so that I could offer her a place to stay. He one-upped me and actually moved 90% of his stuff out. Part of that was a miscommunication, because other people were trying to handle my business (A direct result of him not responding to my texts except for a phone call a few days later.. par for the course for the guy. He's pretty busy lately.) and we've since talked, and I explained that to him. BUT! I have a roomie that pays bills, and I rarely see, even when she's here. The latter part is because she likes to have a place to hide and decompress, but she says it's to stay out of my way. How much in my way can someone get?! I go room to fridge/coffee pot to computer. That's about it, unless I'm either going to work or looking FOR work, and most jobs post their openings online now which works out marvelously for me.
My book has been COMPLETELY neglected, unfortunately. I'm working on fixing that too. I started writing the other day, but the words were coming very slow due to massive distractions. My phone was going off, I wasn't listening to the right music I usually write to, and then my girlfriend came over. Not very beneficial to productivity, but if I said I wasn't ecstatic about it, I'd be lying.
I realized through a bit of spelunking on my favored spiritual website that I've actually been taking a Year and a Day class! Yes, this means I'll be paying much more attention to "Day X - Subject". I caught up ENTIRELY last night, save for consecrating some "holy water". As I don't have a container with a lid that fits the description, if I'm going to need it for something, I'll plan a few days in advance. This also alters my consciousness a little in other ways. Typically, I viewed Sundays as my day to screw off due to the quote "Sunday is the day of rest." Well, now it's "Saturday is the day to play."
On my birthday, I plan to begin the "No Excuses Workout", also offered by Old Ways. You can find this at http://oldways.com/features/noexcuses.html and watching Jeffrey's transformation has been rather incredible. That tells me that it works! Happy Monday to me!
Oh yeah.. I turn 32 Monday. No big deal, but I think my angel and my brother are conspiring. We'll see what happens. I'm not so big on my own birthday. Last year was the first birthday party I'd had since I was 17 and sold my Super Nintendo to get a half gallon of vodka.. which I drank by myself. I didn't even tear it up on my 21st, just went out with my dad for a few drinks. I'll be pouring out a Guinness Extra Stout on Monday in his memory. If you ever met the man, I invite you to do the same. That was his favorite.
My intent for today -
Go outside and welcome today, express my intent to the sun, and thank the sun and the day for coming. Come back inside, read today's lesson, then get to work. My plan is to scour Craigslist for suitable jobs, then hit a few websites. My aim for a new job is something part to full time to supplement my current income rather than replacing my job at the bar. I know I can handle two jobs, so why the hell shouldn't I? After spending at least two hours looking for work, I'll dig into some housework and try to catch up the festering mess that is my apartment. I know I can get at least the carpets done today, and I'll go over the parts of my house that are already clean as maintenance. After housework, I plan to finish writing at least the chapter I started on Friday, and possibly bang out a second.
I leave you readers with a random observation that I meant to actually write about last night.
My roomie bought a loaf of French bread the other day to eat with her dinner. I openly admit I've had a few slices myself. lol YUM! Anyway, Friday, she left it out of the bag, and the cut end was starting to dry up. Like rock hard starting to dry up. I poked the top, there was no give at all. No awesome fresh bread squish. Having grown up dirt poor, this initially frustrated me to no end. YOU DON'T WASTE FOOD!! But then I stopped and thought about it. The hard part couldn't be very deep after only two days. I cut a few small slices off, maybe an eighth of an inch thick until I found the squishy bits. I thought about saving those for croutons, but the likelihood of me eating a salad in the next few days is imaginary. Sadly, that's two wasted slices of bread. On the bright side, the tougher crust from being exposed to air surrenders even better to a good knife and the bread holds up it's shape when you slice it instead of squishing! I might actually do this to EVERY partial loaf of French bread that enters the house. Especially if I plan on a salad on day two!
Well, that's it for today! Blessed be, thanks for reading, and I'll see you next time!
Major happenings!
I've reconnected with the one woman that truly makes me feel whole. She's literally my other half. My drive, my happiness, my pride and joy.. my angel. This brings me happiness beyond measure! I'm still the same ol' me. I should still come with a warning label that says "CAUTION: I do dumb things!" but to prove to her that she means so much to me, I'm making a huge effort to cut down on my stupidity. I'm also making a massive effort to break out of the stagnant shell I was wearing. I was a TERRIBLE house keeper (Working on it!), I work about fifteen hours a week.. come the fuck on! I need income! I cheated on her about a bazillion times.. never again. In fact, when my friend (an ex girlfriend) said she really needed a place to stay, I consulted her before I even sent a reply... and it was her that sent the reply, not me. Yeah, she's a keeper. I intend to behave accordingly!
That brings me to the new roommate! She was entirely up shit's creek without a paddle. I'll leave the situation for her to discuss if she decides you need to hear about it. It wasn't cool at all. Since my brother had been living with his girlfriend for quite a while, I asked if he minded cleaning his room up so that I could offer her a place to stay. He one-upped me and actually moved 90% of his stuff out. Part of that was a miscommunication, because other people were trying to handle my business (A direct result of him not responding to my texts except for a phone call a few days later.. par for the course for the guy. He's pretty busy lately.) and we've since talked, and I explained that to him. BUT! I have a roomie that pays bills, and I rarely see, even when she's here. The latter part is because she likes to have a place to hide and decompress, but she says it's to stay out of my way. How much in my way can someone get?! I go room to fridge/coffee pot to computer. That's about it, unless I'm either going to work or looking FOR work, and most jobs post their openings online now which works out marvelously for me.
My book has been COMPLETELY neglected, unfortunately. I'm working on fixing that too. I started writing the other day, but the words were coming very slow due to massive distractions. My phone was going off, I wasn't listening to the right music I usually write to, and then my girlfriend came over. Not very beneficial to productivity, but if I said I wasn't ecstatic about it, I'd be lying.
I realized through a bit of spelunking on my favored spiritual website that I've actually been taking a Year and a Day class! Yes, this means I'll be paying much more attention to "Day X - Subject". I caught up ENTIRELY last night, save for consecrating some "holy water". As I don't have a container with a lid that fits the description, if I'm going to need it for something, I'll plan a few days in advance. This also alters my consciousness a little in other ways. Typically, I viewed Sundays as my day to screw off due to the quote "Sunday is the day of rest." Well, now it's "Saturday is the day to play."
On my birthday, I plan to begin the "No Excuses Workout", also offered by Old Ways. You can find this at http://oldways.com/features/noexcuses.html and watching Jeffrey's transformation has been rather incredible. That tells me that it works! Happy Monday to me!
Oh yeah.. I turn 32 Monday. No big deal, but I think my angel and my brother are conspiring. We'll see what happens. I'm not so big on my own birthday. Last year was the first birthday party I'd had since I was 17 and sold my Super Nintendo to get a half gallon of vodka.. which I drank by myself. I didn't even tear it up on my 21st, just went out with my dad for a few drinks. I'll be pouring out a Guinness Extra Stout on Monday in his memory. If you ever met the man, I invite you to do the same. That was his favorite.
My intent for today -
Go outside and welcome today, express my intent to the sun, and thank the sun and the day for coming. Come back inside, read today's lesson, then get to work. My plan is to scour Craigslist for suitable jobs, then hit a few websites. My aim for a new job is something part to full time to supplement my current income rather than replacing my job at the bar. I know I can handle two jobs, so why the hell shouldn't I? After spending at least two hours looking for work, I'll dig into some housework and try to catch up the festering mess that is my apartment. I know I can get at least the carpets done today, and I'll go over the parts of my house that are already clean as maintenance. After housework, I plan to finish writing at least the chapter I started on Friday, and possibly bang out a second.
I leave you readers with a random observation that I meant to actually write about last night.
My roomie bought a loaf of French bread the other day to eat with her dinner. I openly admit I've had a few slices myself. lol YUM! Anyway, Friday, she left it out of the bag, and the cut end was starting to dry up. Like rock hard starting to dry up. I poked the top, there was no give at all. No awesome fresh bread squish. Having grown up dirt poor, this initially frustrated me to no end. YOU DON'T WASTE FOOD!! But then I stopped and thought about it. The hard part couldn't be very deep after only two days. I cut a few small slices off, maybe an eighth of an inch thick until I found the squishy bits. I thought about saving those for croutons, but the likelihood of me eating a salad in the next few days is imaginary. Sadly, that's two wasted slices of bread. On the bright side, the tougher crust from being exposed to air surrenders even better to a good knife and the bread holds up it's shape when you slice it instead of squishing! I might actually do this to EVERY partial loaf of French bread that enters the house. Especially if I plan on a salad on day two!
Well, that's it for today! Blessed be, thanks for reading, and I'll see you next time!
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