The passage of time
reflected in the buildings, streets and faces.
Enough time to embrace them
warts and all.
Enough time to love
the people
not the places.
~Edward Austin Robertson
The passage of time
reflected in the buildings, streets and faces.
Enough time to embrace them
warts and all.
Enough time to love
the people
not the places.
~Edward Austin Robertson
Doritos, Fritos, Takis, and hot Cheetos
Lard in the beans, grade F meat in the burritos
That MSG
Sapping your energy
Distract you from the industry
damage your authenticity
Synergy
And synchronicity
Apathy
Complacency is killing me
ya feeling me?
Its still in me
Instilled in me
We willingly kill for free
While they kill for fee.
~Edward Austin Robertson
Unintentionally
bombing
potentially
speeding my way into the infirmary
wobbly
wobbling
my board keeps shaking
weaving my way in and out traffic
quick decisions I’m making
better off crashing into the sidewalk
to have some scrapes than be a vegetable who can’t talk.
Deeply breathing
gotta stay calm
or the ground will be beneath me
too late to step off
they’ll scrape me off the cement with
a lotta skin left off.
By now if I eat it
they’ll prolly have to take me off
life support.
I’m fucked if I freak out now
no way to slow down; nobody showed me how.
Broken board? Broken wrist?
Neither, just a grass stain
hurt ego pushed aside
didn’t feel no real pain.
Still in one piece.
Time to exhale.
I get to walk away
from one of my biggest fails.
~Edward Austin Robertson
It was the neighbor’s dog that took me
back to that last conversation
at some diner downtown.
Saying goodbye,
kissing and holding her lovely fingers
in my hands.
The knot inside my stomach
telling me not to leave–
that our momentary happiness
would disappear once I got on the bus
and left her country.
Whether I had stayed or not did not matter.
My head was so far up my own ass
there was no way it could have worked out–
no matter how ready I thought I was.
I’m not embarrassed about my feelings.
It was definitely on.
Although I am embarrassed about what followed–
the letter exchanges,
cooing and babbling about
singing to out future children,
and a goddamned Shiba Inu puppy.
It should have never gotten that far.
I should have left her at the diner
and left that week in her city,
in her city.
I have since gotten (slightly)better about learning when to let go;
especially where it concerns women.
The truth is I never wanted a Shiba Inu
in the first place.
I’m a Siberian Husky man myself.
I just thought it was a packaged deal.
~Edward Austin Robertson
She sat a perched the sofa
one hand propped against her cheek,
face tilted; arctic eyes piercing at 3 ‘o clock,
body angled symmetrically,
feet dangling ,
legs curled behind her thighs
and buttocks.
A younger version of me would have gotten myself in trouble.
18 yr old me would have pined over her
agonizingly in my bedroom,
writing sappy poetry;
trying to find a word to rhyme with Eros.
25 yr old me would have
driven myself crazy trying to bed her and keep her.
I don’t miss those days.
I still wince embarrassingly of the times
when I shot at every game that I liked.
I appreciate being at an age where I can delight in a lady’s presence
and not have to get in their pants.
But if the opportunity presented itself,
I’m not sure I’d have been able to say no.
Though I respected her boyfriend
–a wonderful young man
witty and understated–
it didn’t stopped me from fantasizing
about rubbing the small of her back,
kissing her bare neck,
then making love as if we were two ballerinas.
Only now can I project far enough ahead to know
there aren’t many positive outcomes
for such delicate situations
if you aren’t equipped to handle them.
But sometimes………
on the right days…..
when I’m felt at my most Alpha………
I found it extremely difficult to be alone with her.
Thank God for experience.
~Edward Austin Robertson~
Watching the Elite Eight
on our front porch
with Geo and Maged.
Checking out a girl on the roof
giving us upskirt shots.
Sometimes happiness comes so easily.
~Edward Austin Robertson
Sleep.
I need more.
In the dead of winter
I’ll take food and warmth
when I can.
But sleep.
I don’t want to need it.
And where would I sleep
if I stopped going to work?
Time to get out of bed.
~Edward Austin Robertson
Despite what people may say, there are certain advantages to being late on certain TV shows. I remember being early to the party on television shows such as “Spawn” and “Archer” and the impatience I felt from week to week between episodes. I hated waiting for the next episode. I hated the dread I would feel, looking at our house clock and seeing there was only five minutes left until the wait would begin again. I have a friend who watched “True Detective” when the first episode aired and he couldn’t contain himself. It would be all he talked about until 9:00 pm on Sunday nights, when the next episode would be available.
When I went to visit him over spring break, I was able to watch it all in one full swoop. I’m glad I did it too, the wait would have killed me. I started out just wanting to watch a little bit of the first episode, but it was clear ten minutes into it that I was not going to stop until I’d seen all eight. I started watching late on a Sunday night, I was done with it by Tuesday morning (And yes it IS that good).
Back when “Eastbound and Down” first aired in 2009, I didn’t have HBO, and it wasn’t even on my radar. I’d heard about it, but what I’d heard wasn’t enough to make me go out of my way to check it out. A recent conversation with a friend struck me as a ringing endorsement for the show. Clips like this and this piqued my interest enough to finally download the whole series. This way I could watch it at my own pace, and just veg out. I’m so happy that I did.
Initially the show comes off as a spoof on a solipsistic baseball pitcher named Kenny Powers (played by Danny McBride), a person without an ounce of self awareness. The show follows him from him at the top of his game to his descent into the minors, and eventually back on his comeback bid. Admittedly the show is full of cheap laughs, dick and pussy jokes, foul language and goofy drug gags, and plenty of gratuitous nudity. However, by episode 4 the plot and character development gets deeper than what is initially presented. At times, Powers is a sympathetic character, most of the time he is a horse’s ass. What is refreshing is that as a main character, Kenny is fallible and remarkably flawed.
Despite the nasty mullet perm, and packing a bulge in his belly, Danny McBride lends a certain swag to his role as Powers that is both awesome and sometimes infuriating. Even though Powers has at least one laughable tantrum after another, he always learns a lesson, and he always apologizes. The show is funny, and oftentimes painful to watch. There are even a few tear-jerking scenes that manage to not be over the top (Yes I cried once or twice).
Rarely do you get a chance to see a show where the hero is so flawed, and keeps fucking up his own chances to redeem himself. Yet, as humans this is normally how the story arc plays out. The reality of his struggles is endearingly entertaining, and the best part of this story is that Kenny Powers never gives up. No matter how many times he fucks up, Kenny still has the hubris to not give up on ‘sucking his dream’s dick.”

Its a great show and worth the 540 minutes (only 3 seasons–6 episodes a piece). There are some great cameos throughout by people who you’d never have imagined seeing, but each cameo is fucking perfect. Peep game if you haven’t already. You don’t even have to be a baseball fan to enjoy it.
I’m feeling these new Madlib/Freddie Gibbs tracks
20 years is a long time to be doing anything. If you can manage to do the same thing for 20 plus years, chances are you are (or will be) pretty good at it. 1994 was a peak year for fashion, pop culture, and music for the Gen-Xer’s. Vice Magazine encapsulated the various trends and fads from that era (art, sneakers,music) as the alternative movement gained steam.
20 years later, and Vice is an international conglomerate, with its own website, magazine, music label and documentary films. The founders of Vice, Suroosh Alvi and Shane Smith used the internet boom to their advantage to spread content in new and interesting ways. The fashion and pop culture stuff is amusing, and there are enough weird bizarro “This American Life” stories that make for good documentaries, but my personal favorites are the global affairs docs. Whether it means sending reporters into the front lines (I wonder what kind of insurance benefits and how much hazard pay they receive) out to Venezuela to cover the uprisings or sending them to Pakistan to buy guns off the black market, this media group is there to capture it in its rawest essence. The audience gets to experience the events as they unfold in the case of the Ukraine uprising, and subsequent Russian invasion of Crimea.They are at the forefront of immersion journalism right now, and it seems like the ball is just getting rolling for them. The coverage of the Ukraine invasion has been remarkably surreal and intense. Not only are they there when the shit goes down, but they seem to have their finger on the pulse of a place right before things blow up. Henry Langston (the correspondent covering the revolution in Kiev) goes into the thick of a chaos that resembles a real life “Terminator” reenactment. When Crimea is invaded by Putin and the Russians, Simon Ostrovsky comes very close to getting into some serious hot water with armed Russian military types.
This is much different than the 60 minutes approach. Their reporter (some white lady) went to Kiev well after the tension had peaked (and Yanukovich was ousted) and reported the event in a much different manner, riding around in limos with government officials.
What started out as an outlet to mentally escape the harsh winter of the midwest has turned into a full blown obsession with global politics. I’ve read that Shane Smith himself has said that if “you’re looking to Vice to be the main source of political media then you’re in trouble.” Well maybe we are in trouble. After a majority of these videos,which address topics such as nuclear melt downs, civil war, predatory gangsters, and being gay while under oppressive regimes, I say to myself “Man maybe its not so bad here in the states after all.”
But then I start to think, “What if Vice is holding up a mirror to us and all we are seeing is a reflection of what we have created and what we will become? What if the oppressive regimes in places like North Korea, Russia, and China are simply a harbinger of what is to become of us in the western world? What if we are already at that point and we don’t realize it because we’re too distracted to realize it?”
If you are poor, minority, gay, transgender, Marijuana enthusiast,sex worker, or a convicted felon, what rights do you really have here in the United States? And how long will it take before the right group (regime?) comes in and slowly negates all of the social progress we have made in the past 30 years?
Maybe we are in trouble.