Tuesday, December 16, 2008

Meandering Matrix Thoughts

Life can be so odd at times. Just when you think the important things are lined up for success they begin to meander like the racing thoughts in your head. Sometimes it seems necessary to un-plug from both cyber and real time and space for a while. We are constantly hit with this barrage of information from all angles, effecting all senses as the result.

I find this in my writing assignments. Since I work in and around music and the record business there is always something to listen to or write about. One of the greater skills I have to master is finding the music that is not only good (enough for me to listen to anyway) but good enough to write about. I write about things that move me; mentally, physically, and spiritually. So, when I am searching for stuff that appeals to me I am bombarded with endless information on everything having to with artists and new (and classic) tunes. This can get overwhelming at times.

I'm not trying to be a little bitch about it. I realized that I am blessed to be doing the things I do for a living (and I'm far from rich). But the truth is that this same situation affects alot of us. We end up plugging into this electro-infused gatework of telecommunications and entertainment. The sensory overload clouds the judgment, and therefore some of us end up making the wrong decisions. This is when it's time to unplug.

Remember; there was a time when we lived a life unplugged. When I was a kid (not to sound like an old man, because I'm not that, at age 33) we used to spend more time outside than anybody does today; including today's kids. The video games and movies were activities for the fall-out of playing outside all day. Our bodies were tired, but our brains kept moving in that super conductive-teenage way. The games, the virtual representations of the real world, were endeared because; either we couldn't get out, or go back to the real world for a little while. There was a sense of discovery, a love affair with the outside world which seems to be diminishing.

This concept; that mankind is moving away from the natural world, is both alarming and just Goddamn depressing. It is alarming because the line between the real and "virtual" (or computer generated) blurs frequently. This can be very dangerous, especially when we're talking about the influence of strictly, wholly, violent video games played by our kids. The games seem so real (I've played, and play now, some of them) that they sometimes (unfortunately) correlate with a particular kids situations. Translation: If the kid lives in the ghetto, is surrounded by drug dealers and wanna-be thugs, the game is an approximation of his real life!

You wonder how a kid can walk into a school and shoot other kids like he's playing a damn video game? Well, get behind the viewing angle of your childrens games for a minute and things will crystallize for you. The more a person engages himself or herself in the virtual world, the less interesting the real world becomes. This isn't the sole problem plaguing the youth, or us for that matter, but it is a component.

I've been making the outside a priority of late. I make small goals daily (go for a short drive to a local park, or a bike ride, etc.) and the notice in my attitude is apparent immediately. It's almost as if I have been re-calibrated. The feeling itself is addictive, which as great for me, and so I recommend it to anybody that spends their day staring into a computer screen.

This rant was inspired by my dear friend Mina - who once told me I needed to "defragment my mental hard-drive by doing nothing, or meditating for five minutes a day". She asked me to do ten minutes first, but soon realized that was impossible.

ROUGH THOUGHTS TO ADD LATER
----Computers have done miraculous things, and even I can not live without living plugged-in (as a journalist and a blogger, it's a necessity of course)

----I remember getting my first pager in high school (around 91'). The thing was a big blue plastic brick with a digital display that looked like fucking an old Casio calculator.

Wednesday, November 19, 2008

Who's Gonna Bail Me Out? Do I deserve it?

I believe this entire notion of bailing out multi-billion dollar corporations with the tax dollars of middle class citizens is criminal. I also believe the CEO's who decided to hedge their financial bets on the backs of grandmothers pensions should be awarded the death penalty for their crimes against humanity.

These poor individuals, who decided to take their retirement money, and follow the advice of their superiors by investing in the companies for which they were employed for many years, are now left with nothing. Actually; they now have less than nothing. Their houses will be taken away, their bank accounts drained to pay off debts they thought were taken care of. If the acts that caused these problems are not viewed as sheer atrocities, then we are all blinded by the big money machine.

These corporations were designed to make money! If they fail, the fault should lie on the individuals making the big decisions! Ironically, those people end up complaining about the 500 million in their bank account as opposed to the 700 million they had before the company collapsed! Shoot these guys, and actually, give the firearms to those grandmothers who paid through their blood and sweat and are left begging for the government tit. Let them rid the earth of these corporate vermin. At the very least there would be justice. Not manufactured justice, but true justice.

Everything seems geared to save those who caused the problems! Does this seem strange America? Why are we seeking band-aids as opposed to locks and keys! It makes me sick.




Friday, October 24, 2008

Who's Got The Answers

The thoughts below ramble, and yes, I think Obama can do some great things. I'm merely doubtful about the grand change he speaks of....


Stoner thoughts, they'll be with my til the day I die. This post is admittedly more of a stream of consciousness, aimed at the self sort-a thing - and now you're thinking: Why is it on the fuckin'
web then smart/stoned/silly/sober/drunk boy?? You'll never know -
the answer to the obvious question, or whether or not one of the
terms above encapsulates my mindset at present moment:::::::::::::

The political atmosphere has thickened with empty conversation of late, as it always has during presidential races. For half of my life (well, a third actually) it seems I've been making a choice following the "lesser of two evils" cliche in order to justify who's team I voted for or fought against.

The issues that appeal to me from a mechanical perspective, meaning the ones that seem workable to me, get tossed into the proverbial in-box as visions of the White House keep dangling like that damn carrot. The fog seems to lift in only a few months.

Surprisingly, most of the politicians look and sound of hope in the early stages of their campaigns. They look incredible because the paint has yet to dry. Their intentions are sometimes wholehearted, and their ideas fresh. Everything new presents itself with one true measure of pleasure; the unknown, and, the possibility to have an impact (shit, OK two). Once the candidates and their respective teams get a firm grasp on spin however, it becomes increasingly difficult to get an accurate read on them as individuals.

Now that the race is squared away, the true competitors emerge. Now, anybody who has competed on a serious level knows you do whatever it takes to win. Is our new whatever so bland and soulless that in order to lead the sheep you must become the phatter sheep? Yeah, I wrote it: PHATTER.

I Don't see JFK or Lincoln or any of the once great presidents (no comments about these two names appearing in the same sentence people) in ANY body running for president today in October 2008.


So: It's the lesser of two evils lever then??


To Be Continued

Saturday, October 18, 2008

just need an avatar link real quick

Sorry Folks, if any see this silly little picture posted here. I merely needed an avatar that was online for my profile on Kevin Smith's message board (the View Askiew-niverse).


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Sunday, October 12, 2008

Thinking of the Past

Sometimes I long for the past.

Unconditional friendship
and laughter.
Illusions of safety,
wrapped in our
imaginations
and our brothers arms.

Our pride,
We knew what we wanted.

Surrounded by Everything
We could ever need.

There was Love
in our eyes,
our handshakes,
and in the arms
around our shoulders.

I still remember those smiles
and childish jokes.

Our mothers were so insulted.

We could say anything
to each other.

NoFuckinbody
could say anything back.

We didn’t know discrimination.

We didn’t care.

We loved,
hated,
admired,
and loathed
Everyone.

Yet the World seemed so Hopeful
and Vast.

We wanted
to be a part of it.


But we could have stayed.

Right there.

Where we all knew
what Everything was.

and it didn’t matter,
It didn’t matter at All.

We had each other

We had more.


written by: Michael Mercer 10/08

Art For ERIC In Crooklyn!


I made this piece for my boy Eric in Brooklyn (well, now on Staten Island, ugh).

It's oil, crayon, and cuttings on heavy duty sketch paper

Was trying to capture our mutual feelings at the time of our chat months ago

Tuesday, October 7, 2008

Addiction

Addiction is a cliché
and Fatal.

A brutal disease.
It will take everything and everybody
you have.

No excuses.
No blame.
No faults.

It will kill your family
and all your friends
before it kills you.

Addiction lives,
It breaths
It thinks
It knows
and forgets
Everything.

But it is not human.
It is the most evil machine,
a monster.
It never stops,

Never.

It knows what you want,
what you love,
what you have,
what you need.

What you are willing
to sacrifice.

You don’t know darkness
until Addiction wraps itself
around You.

There is nothing,
Except you
and your Addiction.

Nothing.

There is No hope,
No cure
No remedy
No fix

Only You
can put it to sleep

Through death
Through loss
Through Pain.

It Never Dies,
only sleeps.

You will Never
Kill It.

It lives with You
Forever,
Once awoken

written by: michael mercer October 7, 2008