So a few of you want to know where p00p comes from? Well, any High School anatomy class can teach you this (as well as any three year old). But rising above, and being adult for a moment, we shall meditate on the origin of this word... I don't know.
For those who know me, p00p is a word that had become a part of my dialect. It is not simply because human excretions are funny to me, but rather that this word has special meaning.
A long time ago in a galaxy far far away, I lived in Athens, GA where I was learning to "Be Myself." During this period of self-discovery I created new words like Mupa (which means everything and nothing all at once), and sounds like Mlop (just a sound). I also found new humor in discussing the word p00p. Consider this: Diarrhea. Now before you hit the X at the top of the window or navigate your browser as far away from this page as possible, we will not actually be discussing the true meanings of these words. I have heard it once said that if it were not for the meaning, Diarrhea would make a very pretty girls name.
Consider the word p00p. Remember, don't think about it's meaning. Now say it out loud (or in your head)... p0000000p. It just sounds funny. It almost makes one smile because it has a warm humor to it. This is the reason I use the word p00p. I'm not a feclefeliac (sp?) I just like the sound of the word. Words are fun to me, I like how they audibly sound. And so it is with p00p.
So there you have it.
So, what to write about (other than p00p).
by the way, for those who are offended by the above, I only half apologize. I'm sad that you might be offended, but really, p00p is a natural part of life, and it's perfectly fine to have a p00p talk once in a while. I do apologize though, because I don't aim to offend, so if this is offensive, my followers made me do it.
I love techno. My brother Brad bought me a Way Out West CD. They are one of my favorite artists.
quick roll call of favorite Bands/DJ's:
The Chemical Brothers
Way Out West
Paul Van Dyk
Armin Van Buuren
Sasha
Sasha & John Digweed (the albums that they make together)
The Prodigy
Fatboy Slim
I could probably name some more, but this should suffice to let you know that I like techno/trance.
Hey, TheMann, Why do you like techno? Well, one of my main attractions to it is that there is very little use of lyrics. Artists focus more on the music and cadence of the songs. I like the more upbeat music (maybe because I have a high metabolism?) because it keeps me energized and awake. I do enjoy the slightly slower stuff (like Sasha) because even though it has a beat, you can drown your senses in the ambient movement of the music. One of my favorite things that I used to do (don't really do it now because I don't have time anymore) is to just sit, close my eyes, and listen to an entire mixed Trance CD. One of the things I love most about trance is the environment and soundscapes that are created. You can literally enter an alternate state of thinking when listening to this music (if you allow yourself to of course).
One night (in Athens) I was having a hard time trying to go to sleep, so I decided to crawl out of bed, plug in my headphones, and listen to Tranceport 2 (by Dave Ralph) both CD's. I listened to it curled up in a blanket on my floor with my room lights on. All throughout I had my eyes closed, but the light from the room penetrated and I would create scapes in my head. I began to go half asleep when the next thing I know I opened my eyes and the lights were off. I looked around a bit and went back to listening, and when finally relaxed, I went back to bed. I found out later that my roommate Jason had turned the lights off because he noticed they were on and didn't want to waste the electricity. But for me this experience was extremely trippy. I loved it.
My only complaint with trance is that it's not more popular here in the states. That's stupid if you ask me. You listen to pop music now and it takes many elements from trance and techno, but totally destroyed and puked into a fabricated industry-mongrel's idea of "good." Ever since about the mid-90's pop music has gone to pot. There isn't anything new, it all sounds alike, and it is performed by artists with little talent (if any at all - thank you auto-tune). But hey, this post is about trance and how it rises above all that industrial crap. Well, it just does.
anyways, it's time to eat.
Saturday, January 16, 2010
Thursday, January 14, 2010
day 2, not dead yet
So, I'm sitting here in my hybrid Living Room/Kitchen/Bedroom/Office trying to think of things to post this time.
Ok, quick critique on The Prodigy's newest album "Invaders Must Die." I've listened to track 1, a little of track 2, and skipped around in track 5. Frankly, I must say that the sounds and instruments sound strangely familiar to their Experience CD. Maybe they are thinking that if they rehash some of their stuff from 1992 that no one will notice.
So Story of the day: I can't think of anything from today that is worthy of blabbing about. Since it is also the beginning of my blog, then I will write a little bit about myself.
Q: Why do I call myself TheMann?
A: Because I am he.
It actually started a long time ago, probably when I was about 14. At this stage in my life I was into a few computer games. They were the type of games that when you made a high score they would ask your name. I put "The Man." It seemed simple and effective enough, so it stuck. Fast Forwarding to college time (yes, nothing as far as this name happens until then) I moved into the dorms. Many people had great computer names, like Cossix, Cain, Daedalus, Muffy. I got a copy of Unreal Tournament (the original UT) and played many of these people on the network. I tried to come up with a name, but always came up with something lame. One day I was walking through the dorm halls and someone was setting up their computer (or atleast trying to), so I asked if they needed help, and they accepted. After I finished they said "you are the man!" this actually occurred a few times: I would help someone and they would respond in thanks by saying "You are the man!" Now this standard sign of appreciation got me to think. I began to remember putting my name as "The Man" on those computer games, but two common English words by themselves was not elite enough for me, so I decided to add another consonant.
Soon people in UT found themselves crushed by "The Mann" (or at least I like to think that's how things were, I actually sucked at the game). I found new pride in my name as The Mann, however the evolution was not complete.
I decided to setup a web server (FTP and HTTP) so that I can host a web site on the local dorm network (Many people were doing this actually). This was the best way to get warez, mp3's, movies... pretty much anything your heart could digitally desire. Just a quick description of important facts for this: in order for others to access services on your computer, they will simply call it by your computers name (the one specified by windows) (i.e. ftp://carlscomputer/). But there was a problem... My computer's name was "The Mann", and for anyone familiar with networking knows that I committed a network sin by placing a space in the name. Have you ever seen a webpage called http://there is a space in my domain.com/ ? no, because it's illegal. the computer won't let you do it. Windows networking names will, but don't come begging for mercy to it when you can't access special services. Anyways... that being said, this brings my name to the fully polished, fully network qualified, and "totally me" name, "TheMann"
Bask in it's glory. The product of a genius.
So there you have it, the evolution of the name TheMann.
Well, I'm off to watch a movie, while letting thoughts of looming homework ride in the back of my mind.
Ok, quick critique on The Prodigy's newest album "Invaders Must Die." I've listened to track 1, a little of track 2, and skipped around in track 5. Frankly, I must say that the sounds and instruments sound strangely familiar to their Experience CD. Maybe they are thinking that if they rehash some of their stuff from 1992 that no one will notice.
So Story of the day: I can't think of anything from today that is worthy of blabbing about. Since it is also the beginning of my blog, then I will write a little bit about myself.
Q: Why do I call myself TheMann?
A: Because I am he.
It actually started a long time ago, probably when I was about 14. At this stage in my life I was into a few computer games. They were the type of games that when you made a high score they would ask your name. I put "The Man." It seemed simple and effective enough, so it stuck. Fast Forwarding to college time (yes, nothing as far as this name happens until then) I moved into the dorms. Many people had great computer names, like Cossix, Cain, Daedalus, Muffy. I got a copy of Unreal Tournament (the original UT) and played many of these people on the network. I tried to come up with a name, but always came up with something lame. One day I was walking through the dorm halls and someone was setting up their computer (or atleast trying to), so I asked if they needed help, and they accepted. After I finished they said "you are the man!" this actually occurred a few times: I would help someone and they would respond in thanks by saying "You are the man!" Now this standard sign of appreciation got me to think. I began to remember putting my name as "The Man" on those computer games, but two common English words by themselves was not elite enough for me, so I decided to add another consonant.
Soon people in UT found themselves crushed by "The Mann" (or at least I like to think that's how things were, I actually sucked at the game). I found new pride in my name as The Mann, however the evolution was not complete.
I decided to setup a web server (FTP and HTTP) so that I can host a web site on the local dorm network (Many people were doing this actually). This was the best way to get warez, mp3's, movies... pretty much anything your heart could digitally desire. Just a quick description of important facts for this: in order for others to access services on your computer, they will simply call it by your computers name (the one specified by windows) (i.e. ftp://carlscomputer/). But there was a problem... My computer's name was "The Mann", and for anyone familiar with networking knows that I committed a network sin by placing a space in the name. Have you ever seen a webpage called http://there is a space in my domain.com/ ? no, because it's illegal. the computer won't let you do it. Windows networking names will, but don't come begging for mercy to it when you can't access special services. Anyways... that being said, this brings my name to the fully polished, fully network qualified, and "totally me" name, "TheMann"
Bask in it's glory. The product of a genius.
So there you have it, the evolution of the name TheMann.
Well, I'm off to watch a movie, while letting thoughts of looming homework ride in the back of my mind.
Wednesday, January 13, 2010
First Blog
is it too geek of me to want to post "Hello World"
aaah, too much time spent on the computer.
ok, seriously though, I wanted everyone to know that I was forced against my will to start this blog (actually I'm 100% kidding, but it just sounds funny that way).
in reality, I'm kind of excited that I get to post my random thoughts here rather than annoy people with them on facebook. I've got a lot of great rants and stories to boot... lemme see if I can think of one.
So, I just finished reading this book for my lit class. Which, by the way, I don't see how an english teacher aims to keep up student moral when he assigns 8 novels (yes, I said novel) to be read before the end of the semester; the first of which (Maggie: a girl on the streets) is to be read between Monday (first day of classes) and Wednesday. So I talked to a girl in the hall before class on Wednesday (today) about the book. She hadn't read much and asked me how it was. I explained to her that if you are one who becomes just tickled by the way sentences are structured and paragraphs are formed then this book is great, but if you are like everyone else (like a normal human being with a pulse) then the book typically sucks. Maggie, a girl abandoned by her family and society turned prostitute, dies in the end... but is it ever explained how or why, no. What the crap is that all about? The guy spent pages describing the New York Browery streets (like just description... not actual plot, just description), but you would think that with all these flowery expultions that somewhere he might do the audience courtesy to know how the main character dies. but no.
I waited for this since reading the book yesterday: the teacher enters the class, takes roll, and then asks the question I hoped he would ask: "How was it?" to which I quickly responded "It sucked!" My teacher being a cool guy replied "by that I assume you mean that you didn't like it. why didn't you like it?" so I told him about the painfully long descriptions and the horribly unentertaining plot (I somehow remember my wife almost falling asleep as she read it to me). he proceeds by simply going back over the book again. He even went into descriptions of New York's Irish culture at that time, and many other things did he do to try and cram in our heads why this book is a quintessential piece of American literature.
having looked around the room I noticed that many (if not all) of my classmates looked as though they felt just like me, a feeling similar to that of how one feels after eating a chicken sandwich. we were tired. many of us were staring at the floor as if to scream loudly "I don't care!" or possibly "I just wanna go home!"
luckily temporary salvation came when he said "we will continue this next week."
well, anyways, that's my story for the day.
now I'm off to history (yippee)
aaah, too much time spent on the computer.
ok, seriously though, I wanted everyone to know that I was forced against my will to start this blog (actually I'm 100% kidding, but it just sounds funny that way).
in reality, I'm kind of excited that I get to post my random thoughts here rather than annoy people with them on facebook. I've got a lot of great rants and stories to boot... lemme see if I can think of one.
So, I just finished reading this book for my lit class. Which, by the way, I don't see how an english teacher aims to keep up student moral when he assigns 8 novels (yes, I said novel) to be read before the end of the semester; the first of which (Maggie: a girl on the streets) is to be read between Monday (first day of classes) and Wednesday. So I talked to a girl in the hall before class on Wednesday (today) about the book. She hadn't read much and asked me how it was. I explained to her that if you are one who becomes just tickled by the way sentences are structured and paragraphs are formed then this book is great, but if you are like everyone else (like a normal human being with a pulse) then the book typically sucks. Maggie, a girl abandoned by her family and society turned prostitute, dies in the end... but is it ever explained how or why, no. What the crap is that all about? The guy spent pages describing the New York Browery streets (like just description... not actual plot, just description), but you would think that with all these flowery expultions that somewhere he might do the audience courtesy to know how the main character dies. but no.
I waited for this since reading the book yesterday: the teacher enters the class, takes roll, and then asks the question I hoped he would ask: "How was it?" to which I quickly responded "It sucked!" My teacher being a cool guy replied "by that I assume you mean that you didn't like it. why didn't you like it?" so I told him about the painfully long descriptions and the horribly unentertaining plot (I somehow remember my wife almost falling asleep as she read it to me). he proceeds by simply going back over the book again. He even went into descriptions of New York's Irish culture at that time, and many other things did he do to try and cram in our heads why this book is a quintessential piece of American literature.
having looked around the room I noticed that many (if not all) of my classmates looked as though they felt just like me, a feeling similar to that of how one feels after eating a chicken sandwich. we were tired. many of us were staring at the floor as if to scream loudly "I don't care!" or possibly "I just wanna go home!"
luckily temporary salvation came when he said "we will continue this next week."
well, anyways, that's my story for the day.
now I'm off to history (yippee)
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