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Monday, June 28, 2010


the news of my life (okay yes I'm being dramatic)  I finally met athlete, and I would go as far to say that we hung out for like 2 minutes after the show - and I am pretty obsessed with this band, and have LOVED them for 5 years, some of their appeal is that they are lesser known, and most of their appeal is their unbelievable music

I took pictures with all the members and got them to sign my t shirt - I was on cloud nine on saturday night ! 

parul's barbeque was, as always, fun fun fun, and it was wonderful seeing everyone, I wish I had more time there, but my bucket list was calling my name and athlete has been on their for 5 years . .  in the last 5 years, I don't think they've toured in texas (within driving distance of me) and they don't often come to america, so i had to jump at the opportunity (especially in case they become famous and mainstream and then they won't be as cool as they are now) 

it's a wonder how seeing someone on stage can form these assumptions in your head about someone, not unlike a relationship, when just because you are with someone, you sort of begin making these assumptions about their behavior, about their past, about their future, and with little to no confirmation, that is usually a recipe for a disaster, and the very least, a pretty solid argument

many things don't work out the way we'd like in life, and I always try to tell myself, that when things don't work out the way I wanted, it's okay because they usually work out for the best anyway, (anyone that's heard 'unanswered prayers' knows what I'm talking about)

many days things don't work out, and then the sparkling gems in between are days when everything works out and you feel positive about things

it never ceases to amaze me the intertwined days of gloom, misery, glee and glory, and only after flipping through my blogs, and journals, and diaries do I realize the bipolar tendencies of the artist's soul . .  and these highs and lows generate the most beautiful things I've ever laid eyes and ears on, the portraits of kahlo, the murals of rivera, the sonatas of beethoven, the jams of athlete. . .  natural extremes, storms, earthquakes, erosion, floods, hurricanes, make natural masterpeices, mountains, and lakes, and waterfalls and cliffs, and shores, and I really believe artists can see a masterpeice in tragedy and that's why . . that's why they can make so much beauty out of their pain, that's why they can use depression and anger to create purity in art, shakespeare was very much one to point out the tragedies in life as authentic, necessary and artistic, and I do concur . . . and as common a thought it may be to the masses, it is helpful for me to think about it often that the sad moments, the tragic moments define the moments of ecstasy in life, because if all was ecstasy, ecstasy would be normalcy and we, as the capitalistic, gluttons that we are would soon bore of the ecstasy if it was that normal

cheers to the highs that define us, the lows that define that highs, and the highs and lows that define all beauty around us