By day he is known as Rubes McGee, renowned psychologist and frequent flyer of JetBlue... but by night he is known as.. Blogman! Fighting against writer's block, boredom, and evil! Along with his trusty sidekick, Draft Boy, they fight crime, spark creative writing ideas, and listen to Kings of Leon!
Blogman: Quick, Draft Boy, pause that Kings of Leon song, there's writer's block afoot! There's a young blogger in Chicago who needs our help!
Draft Boy: Gee willikers, Blogman, how would we ever get there in time all the way from New Blog City?!
Blogman: Quick, to the BlogMobile!
WOOSH!
(Queue Blogman theme song)
Lmao... how's it going guys... as you can see i have not much else to do with my time than think of stupid little ideas like that, but what do you expect after I spent the whole day without leaving the house? Anyway, I mentioned Kings of Leon in the whole Blogman bit... i started listening to them today, they're pretty good. I've heard a lot about them recently and I decided to check them out and I really like this one song, Use Somebody. Check it out sometime if you haven't heard it. I've been doing nothing the past hour or so... and I know tomorrow is gonna be pretty boring too =(. Eh, better to be bored than swamped with responsibility, so I'll take it. I want some ice cream... I'm not talking about Mr. Softee or Cold Stone or anything like that. I'm in the mood for some hard as rocks, straight out the freezer ice cream, that's at least a month old. Mmmm, yummy. I replaced a light bulb for my grandmother today... that was the highlight of my day. FML. I need a fucking life, or at least another job. Well, not really... school is starting again soon.... but until then, I'm stuck in this limbo-esque time of my life where there's not much to do besides stay home and play my guitar all day. Oh, speaking of which I'm working on two new songs... one is gonna be about someone who's really pissed off at someone else, and it's fast paced. Idk what the other one is gonna be like lyrically, but odds are it's gonna be a slow one.
I just thought of something... I wonder how much someone from, lets say, the 1950's would be utterly and completely freaked out by today's technology if they were taken from the 50's and somehow ended up in today's world. Especially if they lived around where I live... I saw pictures of my neighborhood back in the 50's.. it was very secluded and suburban... almost still a rural setting. There's no doubt that anyone who lived around me 50 or so years ago would be shocked at the growth and urbanization my 'hood has gone through over the last half century. Why do I think about these things?! That's probably the most random/trivial shit I've said so far on the blog.. haha. I wonder if I were to travel 50 years into the future, how different would that be? Would there be hovercrafts? Would people live on other planets? Would aliens live on Earth? How ridiculously advanced would technology be? I mean, I know if you gave a 1950s kid an iPhone he would shit his pants on the spot. So with technology advancing more and more rapidly every day, I can't even comprehend what the new phone or gadget is gonna be like in 2059. Maybe I could take a look at my 69 year old self.
I rediscovered a piece of my childhood... a Merengue song called Tiburon. The version I have is from a group called Proyecto Uno... I'm not sure if they were the 1st ones to do the song or not, but I love that song, man. It's like a merengue version of the beat to that disco song "To Be Real" by Cheryl Lynn... still dont know what I'm talking about? Well if you don't, or you just wanna hear it, or both, here it is:
Heh, judging by the video it looks like they were the original makers of the song. I say its from my childhood because my dad used to play it all the time when i was little. I found it on my iTunes - I didn't even know I had it - and have been listening to it all night.
Dammit man, this song, in all its glory, reminds me of what I feel is my worst flaw. I'm of Latino descent, but I don't speak Spanish fluently. I hate the fact that I can't communicate with my family (who, for the most part, I have yet to meet) in Puerto Rico, or even with my older family members who's 1st language was Spanish. My ONLY fluent language is English. It's kind of ironic because my parents were ostracized by kids in school for not knowing English, and I have been singled out for not knowing Spanish! Wtf, Um, I'm sorry for not coming out of the fucking womb speaking Spanish. Please fucking forgive me. If my parents opted to teach me English 1st, and if I lived in an ENGLISH SPEAKING COUNTRY my whole life, what do you expect? But no, I get to be called things in grade school and middle school, things like "Gringo," "Fake Puerto Rican," "White boy," and "a disgrace to Latinos." Honestly, I know that I should learn Spanish to better connect with my family and culture, and I really am trying. That being said, if there are any people out there reading this that still think I'm less of a Latino for not knowing the language, something that's not my fault, then fuck you, man. Yeah, fuck you! For real... and when I am fluent in Spanish, I'll curse out all the fuckers who called me a fake Puerto Rican, in Spanish! That's right!
Wooo.... that got pretty intense, didn't it? Well I think I just spoke for a whole bunch of 2nd and 3rd Generation Hispanics who have been picked on by people of their own race. Chill with that shit. A few famous people of Hispanic descent who don't speak the language:
Keith Hernandez - World Series winning former baseball player for the New York Mets
Mark Sanchez - New York Jets QB, Former USC Trojan Starting QB, Drafted 5th Overall this year in the NFL Draft
Joan Baez - 1960's musician and activist
So like I said before, I'm trying to learn Spanish, and I wish I knew it already. So here's a message to Hispanics who resent others who don't speak the language and are of similar/the same backgrounds: Don't judge us because of our upbringing. It's really not fair. Especially if it's a family member. It's not right to discriminate against anyone, especially people of your own race, for any reason. Think about it.
Well with all those years of suppressed emotion off my chest, I think I'll call it a night. Later.
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