tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26560168681425892852024-03-13T10:16:40.068-07:00This Music's Crap, Let's Crash the Scene...A concoction of unedited, non-commercialized chatter on all matters big and small to be used as my drug to numb the personal hell I perpetuate on a daily basis.DJ Wasabihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12066411880910490930noreply@blogger.comBlogger26125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2656016868142589285.post-52141118481858153862013-04-25T03:25:00.003-07:002013-04-25T03:25:58.244-07:00<a href="http://www.tumblr.com/audio_file/maaarcusss/30639149110/tumblr_m9npm8TaE21qcny72">test</a>DJ Wasabihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12066411880910490930noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2656016868142589285.post-34978736418370608812010-05-17T14:12:00.000-07:002010-05-17T14:18:15.469-07:00no you didnt<a href="http://www.istockphoto.com/video_passthrough.php/4808268/65/4808268.flv"><br /></a><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwmJRhr5mXC1PDqvCBd1BdKEOpG5KdkTRbpw8Hz8szPmBpnSvYBjaGRhwIaJB4dq8pi7gRz_h8xa5ZeJWbGmw' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>DJ Wasabihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12066411880910490930noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2656016868142589285.post-73902399672208056622009-09-07T10:58:00.001-07:002009-09-07T11:08:24.336-07:00Travel Posters from the PastDon't ask me why I suddenly fell into wanting travel posters from the twenties and thirties but I can't help that they look so cool. Check out these sites below:<br /><br /><a href="http://www.lapl.org/virgal/travel/travel-3.html">Travel Posters: Far and Wide</a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.internationalposter.com/gallery-exhibitions.aspx">Vintage Posters at International Posters</a><br /><br />Enjoy!DJ Wasabihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12066411880910490930noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2656016868142589285.post-59008498284720893302009-07-06T15:40:00.000-07:002009-07-06T15:42:15.751-07:00Extra creepy but hilarious- It's Everything is terrible!Wow....stumbled across this (without using the stumble program, for which I vow to never use until the internet truly becomes boring)....I came across this blog.<br /><br /><a href="http://everythingisterrible.blogspot.com/">Everything is Terrible!</a><br /><br />Enjoy!DJ Wasabihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12066411880910490930noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2656016868142589285.post-38527673815618808372009-07-06T13:58:00.000-07:002009-07-06T14:13:59.615-07:00New Website for those looking for inspirationSo after reading through one of my favorite books "Inspired" the other day, I stumbled across a website that encompasses much of what the book was about. <a href="http://holycow.typepad.com/holycow/art/">Check it</a><br /><br />It's called holycow art and I'm curious about the links it has on there as well.<br /><a href="http://holycow.typepad.com/holycow/art/">http://holycow.typepad.com/holycow/art/</a><br /><br />*Update*<br />Found a few more blogs that just might prove to be fun as well<br /><br /><a href="http://zenhabits.net/2009/03/dead-simple-guide-to-beating-procrastination/">Zen Habits</a> has a few tips on beating procrastination<br /><br />and <a href="http://www.karmacooler.com/">Karma Cooler</a> just has some weird articles as wellDJ Wasabihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12066411880910490930noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2656016868142589285.post-79843615595419482162009-05-13T07:38:00.001-07:002009-05-13T07:38:39.753-07:00Yeah, its fail blog time!<a href="http://failblog.org/2008/11/14/wall-fail/"><img src="http://failblog.wordpress.com/files/2008/11/fail-owned-graffiti-wall-fail.jpg" alt="fail owned pwned pictures" title="fail-owned-graffiti-wall-fail" class="alignnone size-full wp-image-8250" /></a><br />see more <a href="http://failblog.org/">pwn and owned pictures</a><br /><br />Hooray for fail!DJ Wasabihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12066411880910490930noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2656016868142589285.post-77853122530288945942009-04-22T16:04:00.000-07:002009-04-22T16:12:14.764-07:00Peter Gunn yo!Well, well, well....it turns out that Peter Gunn episodes are available on the 'net, BUT...not for long. Here's a peak at what one site has...<br /><object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://www.liketv.net/liketelevision/mediaplayer.swf" width="352" height="340"><param name="movie" value="http://www.liketv.net/liketelevision/mediaplayer.swf"> <param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"> <param name="saveEmbedTags" value="true"> <param name="bgcolor" value="#000000"> <param name="flashvars" value="file=http://www.liketv.net/liketelevision/playlist22.php?channel=207&parts=&displayheight=240&callback=http://www.liketv.net/liketelevision/stats_count.php&lightcolor=0xcccccc&backcolor=0x00000b&frontcolor=0xfbfbfb&logo=http://www.liketv.net/liketelevision/logomark.png&link=http://tesla.liketelevision.com&linktarget=_blank&repeat=list&shuffle=false"> </object><br /><a href="http://tesla.liketelevision.com/">LikeTelevision Embed Movies and TV Shows</a><br /><br /><br />As for other places to find Gunn, well I have my ways of finding out that I don't wish to reveal as they have a nasty habit of being shut down the more discussion is revealed. But ah, who cares? Lycos is being shut down in a week anyways, so head over there to check Gunn episodes out as well. Word to the "'Mother" on the piano at "Mother's"....DJ Wasabihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12066411880910490930noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2656016868142589285.post-64893554476650643282009-03-31T03:44:00.001-07:002009-03-31T04:00:20.012-07:00Thoughts on Pineapple ExpressYes, I finally saw this film after a long time of waiting for just the right time to watch this but alas, tonight I said fuck it and decided to watch it. For the supposed rebirth of the stoner-comedy-buddy film, I wasn't very impressed. In fact, I was pissed off. Waaaayyy too much action that's done with guns. Anyone with half a brain who knows anything about stoner comedies knows that the one thing that kill a good stoner comedy laugh-along is prolonged gun fights. During the last act of the film, there's so much gun-firing coming out of nowhere that I completely stopped caring about whatever the plot was supposed to be about. I give this film two stars max, and that's only because of the first half of the film.<br /><br />Hopefully someday someone can answer for me why the third and final act had to kill off everything that this movie had going for it. Hell, even Beverly Hills Cop managed to be more funny than cool while still including a lot of gunfire action. The problem here of course is balance. There's no balance between the action sequences and comedy sequences. The dialogue suffers as well in the third act as some of the worst written shit comes out of the main characters mouths while fighting off the main bad guys and gal. And Daryl from The Office. Is this how he wanted to go out? It's like he didn't have a choice as he needed the exposure in branching out of the tv series into films. Final verdict? It's like the weed wore off halfway through the writing process and the screenwriters went with their lost drugged thought "Uhhhh....stoner action heroes?" This had potential to be better, not a whole lot but enough. With the strong buzz from "Superbad", Seth Rogan and friends were able to phone this one in and bring in enough media attention to sell this ditch weed like it was high-grade schwag, screwing over their fans with the ultimate con.DJ Wasabihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12066411880910490930noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2656016868142589285.post-45052211062563364522009-02-02T19:28:00.000-08:002009-02-02T19:33:51.063-08:00MASSIVE UPDATE UNDERWAY, STAY TUNED!Hey everyone out there with your radio chillin' by your side, I am currently in the process of throwing up music reviews, concert updates and more in an attempt to resuscitate this poor site back to life! Yay! Stay tuned as I throw up my adventures in New York City hanging out with Peelander-Z at their studio, grabbing drinks and even crashing a private art showing with Peelander-Yellow showing off some of his personal artwork. Wah?!<br /><br />Until then, all I have to say is keep checking back and be sure to also check out the links section below as I've listed a wealth of sites dedicated to Japanese music so you can stay up on your knowledge...DJ Wasabihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12066411880910490930noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2656016868142589285.post-7320513589845316142008-12-05T12:03:00.001-08:002008-12-05T12:08:04.956-08:00Yet another addictive game brought to you by Miniclip.comthis is just ridiculous...how could they improve upon the Raiden aircraft shoot'em up genre even more?! That arcade series was my favorite arcade game of ALL TIME back in the day (still is), something that was readily available at all airports, malls, indoor soccer complexes and dive bars. This game that Miniclip has is along the same lines but presents a much cooler aspect to it. And oh yeah....R-type. Can't forget R-type. That game along with Raiden just revolutionized the coin-up industry, in my view at least. Anyways, click on the link below to play what I believe to be a long lost bastard of these two arcade giants, entitled "Fat Cat."<br /><br /><table style="margin:0 0 10px 0; width:244px; background:#fff; border:1px solid #ccc;" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0"><br /><tr><td style="font-family:verdana; font-size:11px; color:#000; padding:5px 10px;"><a href="http://www.miniclip.com/games/fat-cat/en/" style="display:block; text-decoration:none;"><img src="http://www.miniclip.com/images/icons/fatcatsmallicon.jpg" width="70" height="59" align="left" style="margin-right:5px; border:0;" alt="Games at Miniclip.com - Fat Cat" /><br /><strong style="color:#000; border:none; text-decoration:underline;">Fat Cat</strong><p style="margin:0; clear:none; text-decoration:none; color:#000;">Get the Cat safely through the levels.</p></a></td></tr><br /><tr><td style="font-family:verdana; font-size:11px; padding:5px 10px; border-top:1px solid #ccc;"><a href="http://www.miniclip.com/games/fat-cat/en/" title="Games at Miniclip.com">Play this free game now!!</a></td></tr><br /></table>DJ Wasabihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12066411880910490930noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2656016868142589285.post-29060254965097112662008-09-25T07:50:00.000-07:002008-09-25T08:11:22.629-07:00hello? can anyone hear me?Far from content with the current path I'm walking these days, I feel an absolute need to vent in any way, form or means necessary. At the present moment, I'm being reminded why I really enjoy a good noisy raucous, so this one goes out to the group Lightning Bolt, to which I'm currently blaring in my ear drums. Thank you and may I never forget just why you indeed rock so hard. These are harsh, crazy times for me and I'm not getting any older. What better to help ease the burden of unheeded responsibilty that's squaring off against my untarnished reputation for self-destruction. <br /><br />Oh yeah, I should probably mention that at some point or another for my penchant to screw up whatever hopes I have for myself down the line in the near moments or years to come. Why this is I still have yet to solve. The only theory I have so far is that I just enjoy setting myself up for failure, as if my sub-conscious gets off on seeing my conscious dreams dashed, my hopes squandered. Who knows?<br /><br />And yet, this can't continue on for too much longer. There's just not enough life left for me to mess with before I truly do rid myself of any hope to escape Kansas. Yes, above everything else in my mind is that singular desire which I desperately continue to believe is just destiny waiting to be fulfilled. Wow, this post just may be what I needed to re-direct my reasons for trying this semester. I feel that I focus on a goal that's not only achievable but also something that I've been wanting if not needed, then I will have found the key to unlock the door behind which lies my vast amount of potential. Waiting, wanting, my potential is exponential to my ability to shut it off from ever enabling me to truly accomplish my dreams. <br /><br />This is where a therapist steps in and tells me what I need to do. But then, my older brother would say "Just Do It." Wait, my older brother is a Nike slogan? Hmmm...simple enough and yet forever unreachable. This simplistic ethos is something of a mystery for my mind to wrap around and so will continue to haunt me from the rafters, laughing unremittingly and inappreciatively until my mind can take no more. At this point, I believe, my mind would surely die out and collapse into a dark star of grief and sorrow, emerging only as the phoenix of regret to take shape as the new and improved...me.<br /><br />Until then, here's me. Waiting.DJ Wasabihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12066411880910490930noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2656016868142589285.post-47074315563833901292008-09-08T14:15:00.000-07:002008-09-08T14:16:59.636-07:00Killl time with this, enjoy milkshake with thatWell guess what I found out about? A handy, li'l time waster called "Gun Man" where you go around shooting the crap out of simplified machine-like things and they fall into a pile of gears. sounds fun, right?<br /><br /><table style="margin:0 0 10px 0; width:244px; background:#fff; border:1px solid #ccc;" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0"><br /><tr><td style="font-family:verdana; font-size:11px; color:#000; padding:5px 10px;"><a href="http://www.miniclip.com/games/gun-run/en/" style="display:block; text-decoration:none;"><img src="http://www.miniclip.com/images/icons/gunrunsmallicon.jpg" width="70" height="59" align="left" style="margin-right:5px; border:0;" alt="Games at Miniclip.com - Gun Run" /><br /><strong style="color:#000; border:none; text-decoration:underline;">Gun Run</strong><p style="margin:0; clear:none; text-decoration:none; color:#000;">Shoot everything to survive.</p></a></td></tr><br /><tr><td style="font-family:verdana; font-size:11px; padding:5px 10px; border-top:1px solid #ccc;"><a href="http://www.miniclip.com/games/gun-run/en/" title="Games at Miniclip.com">Play this free game now!!</a></td></tr><br /></table>DJ Wasabihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12066411880910490930noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2656016868142589285.post-88348779850362294932008-06-16T18:48:00.000-07:002008-06-16T19:28:42.666-07:00Wandering around...picking up the pieces of what I was....This summer is going to be one of self-revelation, or that's what I would hope to get out of it. Instead, the usual symptoms have cropped up so far, including 1) a lack of motivation towards...anything (except my job), 2) basking in the pit of apathy that swallows up my creativity in a sea of disillusionment, and finally 3) accepting my current abandonment of my past self and truding ahead in the bleak tomorrow that I've left in its place. Yeah, this is what happens when I forget to bring my headphones to the coffee shop and have to settle with the crap songs that the baristas choose. Oh, I forgot to mention that I'm at a Shawnee coffee shop which means that the song selection is going to be really bad. Ha!<br /><br />Moving on, I need to figure out not only how I would like to spend my free time or "not at work" time, but also how to actually get myself started on doing so. I think I need to get out of the house more in order for this to work because the atmosphere at home hasn't been very conducive to writing or anything outside of feeling depressed. Yeah, I definitely need to outline some "safe homes" that will take me in and allow me to progress...with anything. Japanese, Chinese, video editing, German, whatever. All I want is to know that I have something to look forward to after work besides a nap, TV and bedtime. It would seem like the ultimate waste of life to not try at something this summer, whether its honestly attempting to learn another language or actually playing catch-up on my blogs. Whatever it is, I hope that I can continue to do something that will leave a stamp of approval somewhere this summer.<br /><br />Okay, so now that I've scrapped together my "list of demands", I need to figure out how to best implement this. The audio japanese blog site that I want to learn from is great but the problem there is I would need to say it aloud. Wait, I'm an idiot. I need to download them and fix the bitrate and put them on my Ipod. That's what I should do because then I could take it anywhere. Mmm..<br /><br />Anyways, what about drumming? The only time I have available is after work when I'm tired or on the weekends when I want to be in Lawrence. I don't know, I think i'm pretty much done with this post and should focus on the post on lessons learned in San Fran this past May. That would be fun. Well wait, I did forget to expound on what I used to do in my spare time last summer. I think I basically wound up engulfing myself in the radio station and going out with friends. So basically, screwing around. Yeah, basically that. Oh wait, no I remember. Last summer I started off doing stuff with the station while working on finishing up my make-up work for J301. Ahhh....so that's what killed off my summer. Can't believe that was really just last summer. It feels like those events all happened in the distant past, another time, another period of my life that I had since erased accidentally while trying to free up some cerebral space..."really? seriously?!" ahh Libby, that quote will remain etched in the side of my head for some time. bye nowDJ Wasabihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12066411880910490930noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2656016868142589285.post-13575437050554656722008-06-02T21:31:00.000-07:002008-06-02T21:33:38.743-07:00Channel Surfing/I'm a Viking...here's something...enjoy<br /><br /><br /><object width="510" height="295"><param name="movie" value="http://www.hulu.com/embed/HMoWBH3lxS-_1kO1b4nC3A"></param><embed src="http://www.hulu.com/embed/HMoWBH3lxS-_1kO1b4nC3A" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="510" height="295"></embed></object>DJ Wasabihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12066411880910490930noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2656016868142589285.post-45487141599020457882008-05-04T22:18:00.000-07:002008-05-04T22:26:28.845-07:00The end of time as we know it...lets paint it YELLESo I'm trying to get some work cranked out in the form of another late night at Anschutz. How will I ever stay awake as to get all of my papers and assignments finished on time? May I suggest adding a dash of Yelle? Ahhh..that'll do just fine.<br /><br /><object width="425" height="355"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FsrN3qxX2Yw&hl=en"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FsrN3qxX2Yw&hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"></embed></object><br /><br />Sooo..the downlow on this Yelle is that this French bundle of energy is recreating pop as she sees fit, taking on all avenues with ultra-slick synth production that kicks, bumps and slides down your backside and on to your feet which at this point will be hitting the dance floor in sync. Goodness my, the glory days of infectious electro-pop are back, and thankfully the mainstream hasn't caught on to ruin it yet!DJ Wasabihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12066411880910490930noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2656016868142589285.post-16748055059362541942008-04-21T03:38:00.000-07:002008-04-21T03:42:02.794-07:00another video, i dont have cable pt. 2<embed FlashVars='videoId=166074' src='http://www.indecision2008.com/sitewide/video_player/view/default/swf.jhtml' quality='high' bgcolor='#cccccc' width='332' height='316' name='comedy_central_player' align='middle' allowScriptAccess='always' allownetworking='external' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' pluginspage='http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer'></embed>DJ Wasabihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12066411880910490930noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2656016868142589285.post-10148452020733789492008-04-21T02:47:00.000-07:002008-04-21T02:48:26.053-07:00Stuff from colbert show, i dont have cable<embed FlashVars='videoId=166023' src='http://www.comedycentral.com/sitewide/video_player/view/default/swf.jhtml' quality='high' bgcolor='#cccccc' width='332' height='316' name='comedy_central_player' align='middle' allowScriptAccess='always' allownetworking='external' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' pluginspage='http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer'></embed>DJ Wasabihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12066411880910490930noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2656016868142589285.post-64451874646695459482008-04-15T17:09:00.000-07:002008-04-15T18:17:07.932-07:00Getting back to nothing I missed....This is town is dead to me...or at least that's the way I feel sometimes. It's been six years in the making and this "Mitch-All-Together" graduation cake that I call a waste of tiime and money still hasn't fully baked yet. By the way, my name is Derek, not Mitch. I just had to give proper credit where it's deserved. Moving on.<br /><br />I don't know what to expect of myself these days. I just came across something that I found written 4 months ago while I was with Sydney in December. I wrote that I felt like I was playing the role of the bum in the relationship with her playing the scholar. She sees potential in me and that's great because so many times I don't. I continued on writing that she's the one working her ass off while I'm the one freeloading around without a purpose, a plan or a goal. Damn, I hate it when my past self nails it. I should make an application where you could be pen pals with your future self. That way, you could call yourself out on something that you know you would probably do later on. I could probably enlist Tio or his roommate Travis to help me in this effort. Anyways, I'm getting distracted.<br /><br />So today, I ran into the mailman for McCollum, Ace, that white haired dark glasses wearing cool guy. Yeah, I ran into him at the Kansas Union while I was picking up my mail for KJ in the Union. He found out that I worked for KJ, that I'm also the Hip-Hop Director, and that I also do the Japanese radio show. I found out that he listens to KJ, that he knows when my show is on and that he's heard my promo! Holy cow, this is the coolest mailman ever! So yeah, that was a moral boost for me because honestly, who the hell else listens to my show besides Sydney? I don't really know but have been curious.<br /><br />Speaking of which, let me take this opportunity to further say just how much I love her. This girl is my everything and then more. She cheers me up when I'm done, instills confidence in me when I have none, trust in me more than I trust in myself and oh yeah that's not even mentioning how beautiful, seductive, desirous and devlish she is. Basically, she gives a whole new meaning to the word "cute", which doesn't even do her justice. Simply hearing her voice is all my brain needs to turn instantly to mush. So yeah, I love her.<br /><br />It's been an hour into my writing center shift and still no one has come in yet. It makes me wonder what people do when they do get someone in here. I mean, I should be doing my homework but for some reason when I think of homework I get this overall sense of anxiety that drives my attention far, far away in an instant towards the opposite direction. Maybe its because if I thought about what I need to do for homework I would freak the hell out and then realize that I'm wasting my time right now when I should be doing homework. Damn again.<br /><br />On a positive note, I do enjoy this current station that I'm on right now for this <a href="http://www.pandora.com/">Pandora project</a>, currently listening to the "Miho Hatori" station but a minute ago I was gleefully stuck on the "Takako Minekawa" station. I have know began to think of what I need to do for my classes. I'll go ahead and publish this for now and then come back later to add more to this post.DJ Wasabihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12066411880910490930noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2656016868142589285.post-8309221782459134032008-03-26T00:32:00.000-07:002008-03-26T00:34:01.156-07:00Making connections...This week has turned sour within a day’s time, as if my cerebellum were knocked off course by the asteroid of uncertainty. When this has happened in the past, I usually take the same course of action as I have today: sever all connections to academia swiftly and spend the rest of the day in a laden stupor. As of last night, I made the biggest decision this semester yet, by choosing to move back home.<br /> <br />The problem with this last stretch of school left is that it’s so easy to falter and give up, taking a consolation prize of an incomplete or a lowly E for effort when you know that you could have gone on to best the class. When not giving your full potential to the class, you get stuck with a thickening remorse swirling around a deep seeded feeling of regret. This god awful training ground of a class has so far consistently beaten me down because I continue to stop progress and hide behind videogames or movies or tv series to mask my fear of failure. To put so much effort into something and end up failing, I just can’t deal with that. By believing that I am just not using my full potential, I can continue to slump off with each new assignment and challenge, safely securing my ego behind a thick barrier of self-pity. <br /><br />There’s a vicious cycle that’s perpetuating here and I know the reason behind it all. It’s not the laziness, it’s not the self-doubt, it’s the quest for perfection that inevitably sends people to their doom. It’s for this very reason that I am still in the J-school. To learn how to write consistently good pieces of writing so that I can someday take it to a magazine. But as long as I have this pressure that I put on myself for trying to be the best, I will continue to build everything up to the point where it’s unconquerable and unattainable. Kara pointed this out to me within less than three months of our relationship and it continues to haunt me to this very day. <br /><br />What I need is help, what I need is change, what I need is absolution from this horrible sin that’s blocked my potential from becoming professional skill. I don’t care how I get to this point, I just need it to happen and happen soon. I know the problem, read about the problem, but I just don’t know how to stop relaying it in my mind over and over again with every single obstacle or challenge that comes my way. From washing my clothes to completing a nine page report, each one is on the same level for me when I make an attempt.DJ Wasabihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12066411880910490930noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2656016868142589285.post-62062925976907798632007-12-18T01:35:00.000-08:002007-12-18T01:51:38.256-08:00Dedication to the Japanese PVs & Domokunthis goes out to the Japanese artists whose music videos continue to impress and inspire. And oh yeah, who can forget Domokun?<br /><br />TAKAKO MINEKAWA- PLASH<br /><br /><object width="425" height="355"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/57LboHngkn4&rel=1"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/57LboHngkn4&rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"></embed></object><br /><br /><br />birth of Domokun plus the early years<br /><br /><object width="425" height="355"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/v1lSzoanWHo&rel=1"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/v1lSzoanWHo&rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"></embed></object><br /><br /><br />Cornelius- Breezin'<br /><br /><object width="425" height="355"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AwWRFh-MQ8g&rel=1"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AwWRFh-MQ8g&rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"></embed></object>DJ Wasabihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12066411880910490930noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2656016868142589285.post-15940029808940417772007-12-12T18:06:00.000-08:002007-12-12T18:36:17.874-08:00Initial Reactions....Yesterday was quite the day as I wandered about the Kansas City International airport, waiting for a part to be repaired on the plane assigned to my ticket. To make matters....you know, there comes a time when typing no longer appeals to me and I have to go back to writing everything down on paper. My guess is that the soul-less interface between my thoughts and the keyboard become too much for me to handle. I guess there's something to be said for mobility and user-friendliness when it comes down to a writer's personal tastes. Mine you could say revolves around the primitive technology that's carried our civilization for a couple thousand years now. But then there's something to be said for the immediacy of the typed word that offers unlimited opportunities for sharing with others that the handwritten form cannot. A handwritten letter will always be personalized as each hand that writes is as unique and distinct as a snowflake. It also supposedly takes more time to write down our thougts than it does by computer. In the end the artists, no matter what the medium (books, films, design, illustration, music, etc.), must always use the tools they are most comfortable to use. <br /> To continue further on this train of thought, I need look no further for examples than some of my favorite artists and styles of music. The sub-genre known as "breakcore" encompasses some of the most hectic yet addictive beats & rhythms of golden-age hip-hop, drum 'n bass, found sounds and gabba, all wrapped in insanity. The artists who create this style of music often use at home DIY creations of instruments based on their unique way of creating music. A look into drum kits shows us that sometimes its the familiarity with tapping out a rhythm with your fingers is easier and more connected to the brain than plucking a guitar string. In an age where the masses opt for trying to imitate their idols instead of create new art themselves, its easy to forget that art does not always have to follow a certain formula or utilize the same core instruments (guitar, drums, turntables, etc.) in their basic physical structure. <br /> I guess it is for this reason that I will choose to forgo the comuter for a while in exchange for a tab of paper from which to gather my thoughts. Maybe the real reason is that I have become tired of reporting on my daily life ala monotone diary entries. The need for random thoughts and theories on life seem to be more fun to write about than the mundane and trivial. Or maybe its easier for me to keep a diary by paper and pen than it is by keyboard and CPU. In this short amount of time I have gone severely off course in my original intentions for this entry and instead have created a short discourse on the importance of the artist to remember to tailor their methods of creation to their own personality and not be stuck in one-dimensional atmosphere.DJ Wasabihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12066411880910490930noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2656016868142589285.post-79945287553499964552007-11-25T10:49:00.000-08:002007-11-25T12:43:18.848-08:00When printing slang goes wrong....In today's multi-lingual world, the one aspect of language that can always be counted on to change daily is slang. These words and phrases created by friends, celebrities, musicians, etc. become engrossed in our society's collective lexicon depending on the context and popularity of their use. In the effort to stay in touch with their readers, the print media will try to write their columns with a conversational tone and as such adopt slang words into their written pieces. As this practice continues to pick up more and more steam, the question that nobody seems to be posing is "Where do we draw the line?" Amongst the variety of printed media, I'm going to be discussing magazines because they are my favorite form of media coverage.<br /><br />Amongst the growing number of magazines currently available on the shelves, there stands one in particular named "Game Informer." Being a desk assistant at dorm on campus, I have unchecked access to magazines that are sent to past residents who have since moved out. During my past desk shift I picked up the latest issue of "Game Informer" and started heavily reading through the columns to catch up on the latest in the video game world. In the main cover story, based around the upcoming Ghostbusters game, the author writes about the demo he plays. During one portion, he writes "The shelf slides aside abruptly, revealing a dank staircase." I'm sorry, did I read "revealing a DANK staircase?!" Maybe he meant, a staircase instead and the editor accidentally missed this error. Then again, maybe the author did intend for this use of the slang word "dank" to be used in his description. For those at home keeping score, the word <span style="font-style: italic;">dank</span> is a slang term that refers to how awesome or high quality something is, usually used to describe food & drink as well as the quality of a quantity of weed.<br /><br />But what's this?! Upon researching Webster's dictionary, the word <span style="font-style: italic;">dank</span> existed in a proper form before becoming a slang term. And what's more, among the definitions listed for the word dank is one saying "unpleasantly moist or humid; damp and, often, chilly: <span style="font-style: italic;">a dank cellar</span>." OOPS! Shite, I messed up. Okay, okay, so I made a mistake. The author in the <span style="font-style: italic;">Game Informer</span> column used "dank " in the correct context and I have now ended up with proverbial egg on my face. Despite this foul-up I am still concerned about the misuse of slang in printed form as I still maintain my stance that there are some slang words or phrases that should only belong in verbal discourse and never written form. There, that's all I was trying to say. Better luck next time....<span class="secondary-bf"></span>DJ Wasabihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12066411880910490930noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2656016868142589285.post-89736188378426068762007-11-19T02:51:00.000-08:002007-11-19T12:59:41.442-08:00good morning vietna.....err wait, sorry, meant to leave it at good morninganyways, tonight was a definite bust, getting absolutely zero homework done and top of that, I still have yet to update this site on a consistent basis. And oh yeah, i'm fat....wait.....no i'm not fat! YES! I did something! I ate cheez-its at a ridiculous speed and sat back the rest of the late late night to allow my body's high metabolism to process any and all fat in such a manner as to have no effect on my outward appearance. Yes, that's one thing I've done tonight. The second and more time-consuming goal I accomplished was sitting on my ass at the Spahr engineering library watching old episodes of "Andy Richter Controls the Universe." Case ClosedDJ Wasabihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12066411880910490930noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2656016868142589285.post-91242309903121338632007-11-06T20:53:00.001-08:002007-11-06T20:53:54.581-08:00Fears...As the importance of blogs continues to rise in society, so does my fear of posting entries in my blogs. For as long as I can remember, I have had this deep-seeded fear of screwing up when it comes to any kind of writing, whether it be for personal, business, or classes. I don't know why I have this fear but it's been with me as far back as elementary school when I would stay up late into the night pacing about the family computer with fear and worry gripping my heart and mind. I would stare at the screen for hours as the anxiety brewed quietly inside me. Every little keystroke brought forth an additional amount of stress to the project at hand. At times I wanted to scream out to the heavens above with the echoing of the personal hell contained within but instead I let the pain continue to build within.<br /><br />Fifteen years later nothing has changed. I still shrink away from important papers that I should be writing, hiding away from the anxiety rollercoaster ride that I know will accompany me with each paper left to write. At this very moment I have two papers due for my Western Civ I class but instead I am writing this blog entry in the hopes that if I confront this problem head on I will realize that its something I can run away from no more. It is this one fear that paralyzes my entire body and brings my heart to the brink of destruction each and every time I attempt to work on a paper. In the end there are two possible outcomess to the paper assignment. The first possible outcome is that in the end after laboring over the assignment with anxiety-driven madness I actually complete the assignment. I won't even go into whether or not its finished by the deadline as it is usually not the case. The second and more familiar outcome as of recent is that I do not finish the assignment and instead drop off all communication to the person or place of business that the assignment is due. Later after dwelling alone in my room for an extended period of time, I will emerge from my hole gripping a piece of paper from my doctor or an e-mail from the Services for Students with Disabilities office, claiming that it was due to my illness that I could not turn in the assignment. By going this route, I continue to perpetuate the one, single road block in my life that's been stopping me from publishing articles in the Kansan and other local publications. Because I cannot trust myself with being able to finish a writing assignment by the deadline, I keep myself away from applying for a job at any writing publication.<br /><br />My attempts to stay in the J-school over these past years have been so that I can enroll in their classes which will force me to take on this personal demon head-on as it be with the survival mechanism of sink or swim. I finally had the opportunity to try this long-awaited strategy out this semester by enrolling in "Multimedia Reporting" and "Multimedia Editing." However, I made the mistake of enrolling in two more journalism classes which ended up taking up my time from these other journalism classes and in the end I withdrew from all four classes. This is where I found myself currently, sitting in the McCollum ARC typing up this blog entry while awaiting a job interview to return back to the desk job I tried to leave behind.<br /><br />During the course of typing out this blog entry I experienced wincing anxiety that continued in waves throughout this writing process. What I have learned over the years about dealing with this problem is that it helps to wear a warm coat or other clothing because the anxiety and stress creates shivers all over my body, especially my back (which regulates the temperature of the rest of the body). Of course the prescribed Adderall helps as I usually take it while working on a writing assignment. The medicine keeps my butt planted in the seat long enough for me to crank out enough sentences and paragraphs to either complete the assignment or come damn near close. Without the Adderall, I have a tendency to become flighty and will at random pack up all of my things and quickly exit whatever place I am at and move to another location. Taking this moment to examine this behavior I can only surmise that relief from this anxiety and stress comes best in the form of being in motion, whether it be on foot or by car. This constant need to leave behind the root cause of the stress is controlled by a primitive instinct to protect my mind and body from anything causing it harm, which in this case is the paralyzing stress that stems from the writing assignment.<br /><br />Well shit, there's everything that I've been dealing with for the past 15 years now, laid out nice and neat in paragraph form. Yes I am presently on my Adderall which is probably the reason why I was able to make it all the way to the end of this entry without hesitation or pause. The sad part that comes along with this typed out explanation for my successive failures in writing is that I have yet to develop a system for combating this problem. If I could develop a method for approaching a writing assignment, one that takes it from the beginning to the end of the assigmnment, I would apply for a job at the Kansan and Lawrence.com in a second. Until then, I will work on this problem by simply continuing to write in this blog daily, meeting the fear and anxiety that takes me to the breaking point and somehow make it my own.<br /><br />Good night self, until we meet again tomorrow.DJ Wasabihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12066411880910490930noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2656016868142589285.post-25217862120024400402007-10-09T00:43:00.000-07:002007-10-09T14:34:51.814-07:00Test in progress, the rest is retail...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JecMioh3obI/Rws7JTzPvAI/AAAAAAAAAAU/J6QEv488EiU/s1600-h/Peelander-Z+10-5-07+049.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JecMioh3obI/Rws7JTzPvAI/AAAAAAAAAAU/J6QEv488EiU/s320/Peelander-Z+10-5-07+049.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119250432556776450" border="0" /></a><br /><br />So its time to see what this hum-drum sucker is really capable of. So for this exercise I'm going to need a volunteer jpeg from the crowd. Now don't come rushing up all at once, and hey, GIFs & BMPs, scram!! Sorry about that, now like I was typing I want to test out this baby and see just how many pesos a company would shill out when they see how nice and interactive this blog could be. On with the programme:<br /><br />Now be nice as this guy to the left is a fellow pub-crawler of Larryville (yes, i still refer to Lawrence as Larryville) who by this time of the nite wants very badly to avoid any bright lights or flash photography. However, when he stops by<br />my pad and start muttering gibberish, i have to document the occassion and then reward my friend with more booze. His girlfriend (not pictured but sitting right next to him) was in happier spirits.<br /><br />But what am i listening to right now? time to figure out that I love music from all over this world (et tu, Japan?) which is why i'm bumping the following.....<br /><div style="background: rgb(0, 0, 0) none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; width: 320px; height: 141px;" align="center"><embed class="MOGPlayer" wmode="transparent" style="height: 122px; width: 320px;" src="http://mog.com/player.swf" quality="high" bgcolor="#ffffff" name="MOGPlayer45ECJnIea8h.mp3" allowscriptaccess="sameDomain" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" flashvars="info=http://mog.com/l/45ECJnIea8h.mp3" align="middle" height="122" width="320"></embed><br /><table style="padding-right: 10px; padding-left: 10px;" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"><tbody><tr><td align="left" height="22" width="100"><a href="http://mog.com/" target="_blank" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: 12px;">mog.com</a></td><td align="center" width="160"><a href="http://mog.com/FluxCapacitor/blog_post/114591" target="_blank" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: 12px;">More about this song</a></td><td align="right" width="60"><a href="http://mog.com/blog_post/share/114591" target="_blank" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: 12px;">Share</a></td></tr></tbody></table></div><br />hmmm...curious if this is working, cuz if it is you should be listening to Malawi musician <a href="http://www.myspace.com/esaumwamwaya">Esau Mwamwaya</a> covering M.I.A.'s "Paper Planes" track off her latest release "Kala." Much love goes out to <a href="http://www.iheartcomix.com/blog/franki/esau-mwamwaya-tengazako-aka-radioclits-new-boy-singing-over-mias-paper-planes">IHeartComix</a> for originally getting a hold of this. Definitely run over to their <a href="http://www.iheartcomix.com/">site</a>, its like 50 clicks to the west from here, might be able to get there by sun down. Moving on, time to try and fix that picture above......hmmmm.<br /><br /><br />Now that this has been a successful blog hit with many 'funderful' moments, i have to close this test like Manhattan and bury the project forever under loose red tape and conspiracy speculation ("What does the 'Manhattan Project' of the WWII days have to do with the Teenage Mutant Turtles 8-bit game which spots the same name?"). Maybe some questions are better left for the history books. Peace to the Beasts....mission control, out.DJ Wasabihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12066411880910490930noreply@blogger.com0