Thursday, March 31, 2005

A Fair and Balanced Look at Life

Neutral Observations: The thing about people is that, when it comes to issues of a moral or ethical variety, they tend to disguise their lack of genuine knowledge on a given issue with half-hearted passion. Like the fact that they have no idea what the fuck they’re talking about will somehow be concealed if they just get really pissed off and holler. Thankfully, however, there are people like me who take an indifferent, unbiased look at the issues and report on them without a hint of opinion or personal valuation. For example, let’s look at the tragic case of Terri Schiavo, who, as you might have heard, eased into eternity last week after her feeding tube was removed two weeks prior. Most people were so caught up in the hyperbole surrounding the case and that they failed to realize the cruel irony of it all: that the woman being slowly starved to death had in fact, 15 years earlier, rendered herself thusly incapacitated by purposely starving herself. A bulimia induced heart attack, not a drunk driver or hereditary neurological disorder, was the cause of Mrs. Schiavo’s condition, a dirty fact glossed over in most commentary on the issue. Few could argue that bulimia is any less of a mental illness than schizophrenia or cacophagia, a bill that would help insure treatment for these disorders, the Wellstone-Domenici Mental Health Equitable Treatment Act has been shelved year after year as being too costly to taxpayers by the very same Congress that so grandly attempted to circumvent the judicial process in order to give Terri Schiavo the treatment they felt she deserved. A cynic might argue that some members of the legislative and executive branches of our government, when it comes to such things as euthanasia, abortion, etc, are more concerned with bandaging the after-effects than treating the root causes, but that’s not for me to decide! I am merely the funnel through which information is poured.

Got Faith?:
Another interesting way of looking at the above issue — made even more compelling by the recent revelation that the Pope himself has declared he would want to be kept alive by artificial means even if he fell into a coma or a persistent vegetative state—is to ask: why are the people so passionate about prolonging life the same people who believe so fully in a glorious life after death? It reminds me of that part in Indiana Jones The Last Crusade, when Harrison Ford—as Jones—and some pissed Coptic Christian dude are seconds from being chopped up by a boat propeller, and the Christian dude, who has been assigned the task of defending the Holy Grail, says to Jones, “My soul is prepared. How's yours?” You see, being a firm believer in the divine righteousness of his action, and the rewards waiting for him upon his death, this protector of the Holy Grail is more than willing to meet his end, and even seems glad at it! You would think that the Pope, the most divine living messenger of the Catholic branch of Christianity, would have his soul plenty “prepared,” and would gladly bypass the tedium of ventilator-breathing, life-supported living. Likewise Terri Schiavo, who was portrayed in the media as a semi-devout Roman Catholic, would probably be equally “prepared” for shuffling off the mortal coil and ascending to the superuniversal happy place after 15 years of battling for life, consciously or otherwise.

No One Wants to Die:
The truth, I guess, is that no one really wants to die: not me, the Pope, Terri Schiavo, really anyone. Even people who commit suicide, in most cases, truly want to continue living but are overcome by uncontrollable extraneous factors. And though a great many people in the world, the majority by far, are comforted somewhat by faith in a divine after school program for those students of earth who maintain their best behavior, few are comforted to the point of being “prepared” to really try it out. I know I’m not. The tragedy in the Schiavo case lies in the fact that she, being incapacitated, was unable to clearly express her wishes on the matter. However, our legal system, like so many of our governmental entities, is set up with a decidedly Christian-tinged aspect. Thus, in cases such as the aforementioned, when one is not able to speak for oneself, it is often left to one’s legal and spiritual partner, the spouse, to decide. In this case, Terri Schiavo’s husband Michael stated that it would not be his wife’s wish to continue living in such a state, a decision that legal battle after legal battle proved was indeed his. Again, a cynic might argue that it is somewhat ironic that many of the same people who stood up and defended “the sanctity of marriage” against the scourge of same-sex couples, were in this instance insisting that Congress or Florida Governor Jeb Bush had more jurisdiction in deciding the fate of a woman than her own husband.

Wednesday, March 30, 2005

My New Hobby

So my new hobby for the summer is setting up photo shoots with super emo bands and then taking pictures with my polaroid like a high school girl. Already I have your boys Senses Fail (the serious looking bunch) and spectacular lovers Fall Out Boy (the cheerful bunch). Wait till Warped Tour and its on!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Monday, March 28, 2005

Save a Cow, Eat Terry Schiavo



So a little aside I included in some recent bullshit I wrote - which said something along the lines of "I don't believe meat is murder, otherwise it wouldn't be food"- generated the following response from one of life's wonderful little crusaders:

One of the definitions of the word murder is to kill brutally. If
you do not think factory farmed animals are killed brutally, then
you should try watching Peta's meat your meat at Peta.com, or check
out veganOutreach.org. If you take the time to educate yourself on
the subject you will see that meat really is murder. As Thoreau
made so clear in Civil Disobedience, we must all take heed of our
higher ethical duties. Just because you can buy meat at the store
it does not mean it was obtained ethically, which I am sure you
realize. If you do not agree with me, I will gladly kick your ass
at the bike racks in front of Duffy's, any time. Have a nice day.

Kim Lamarine


to which I responded:

Kim,

I do agree that factory farmed animals are indeed killed brutally, and I would certainly sign any petition put in front of me to ban all but the familiest of farms. I don't even eat meat all that much and, moreover, I respect animals. If a cougar were to eat me I wouldn't really hold it against him/her. Likewise, I doubt that the cow really holds it against me.
Granted, humanity, by virtue of our capacity for emotion, empathy, compassion, etc. should be held to a higher standard than the most base of wild creatures. But I also think that humans are blessed with a singular ability to choose their own fate, both physically and spiritually. I guess karma will eventually be either my vindicator or ultimate indictor. If anything, you should be glad there are people like me out there, to show people like you what not to do.

daniel

Tuesday, March 22, 2005

My Grill is Fucked Up



Since I talk shit about everyone else I might as well say some shit about myself. You see, among other fucked up regions of my body, my mouth is pretty fucked up. First off I have the David Letterman gap. Which isn't actually that bad. I can spit through it like you wouldn't believe. But thats just the start. Because I'm pretty much mentally insane, I grind my teeth at night something fierce. But years of this grinding action have made my teeth super fucked up. Awhile ago two of my teeth, the ones in the back, broke in half and since I was broke I just told the fucker to yank 'em. That removal, along with the removal of my wisdom teeth from both sides top and bottom, has left me with something of a gaping blank spot towards the back of my mouth. I know this, but the part of my brain that controls the chewing and swallowing reflex doesn't. So I constantly have this problem with trying to swallow things that aren't all the way chewed, since my mind thinks that those back grinders are still there chewing away. This is especially acute when trying to eat a fat ass roll of sushi. So I'm that guy at the table clearing his throat all rudely and choking up half-eaten food. Sorry.

Also just now I was eating a burritto and not paying attention and I ate the foil that it was wrapped in and now I feel all fucking weird and my teeth hurt. That sucks.

Fuck Culture of Life

So every once in awhile its nice to tell people to shove a cock in their fucking brain and shut the fuck up. I'm all for people doing what they want to, as long as they don't get pissed when I tell them how fucking stupid they are.
For example, fuck all this Terry Schiavo bullshit. Its fucking stupid to me how all the people who are pitching a fit of unplugging homegirl are the people that believe in heaven and angels and Jesus and whatever. I mean if you really believe that shit why the fuck would you care if they unplug her shit and she dies. She gets to go kick it in some happy as place instead of being stuck in a diaper and some fucking crummy hospital bed. Personally I could care less what happens either way. None of my fucking business. Worse shit happens every fucking day. But if instituting a "culture of life" is so fucking important to you, Republican majority, why don't you divert defense spending into a fund to treat third-world hunger and disease? In fact, I'd be willing to bet that the court costs of fighting the Terry Schiavo verdict alone could have saved a few hundred lives in poverty-stricken areas of our fair planet. Is one life more valuable than another? Maybe it is. And fuck Congress. Whatever happened to states' rights? Sorry about your luck when every fucker unhappy with some court verdict starts crying for Congress to step in to their case the way they did for Terry Schiavo.
Aren't there more important things to worry about in our country. like whether fucking dumbfuck baseball players are taking steroids?? I seriously want to know who, besides old fuckers and people lucky enough to be able to blame their kids' stupidity on athletes "setting a bad example," even gives a shit about steroids in sports. I think steroids should be mandatory in professional sports. The fact that we pay people $2364 million a year to play with balls more or less voids any sense of "sportsmanship" or fair play that professional sports had left. I mean, the Olympics are already about what country has the most money to spend ruining kids lives by overtraining them and turning them into sports slaves, so why not just let them juice up and turn them into fucking animals which is all anyone wants to see anyway.

Friday, March 18, 2005

Your Children Are Fucked

So last night when I was drunk, some kids told me about how their English teacher makes them write essays based on my ramblings in a local weekly. And although it's strange to think that I've somehow become part of high school curriculum, I guess it couldn't be any more riduculous than a lot of other shit that kids have to read in school. Since I'll probably never be cool enough to actually have any kids of my own, if just one high school kid picks up Bukowski or Walden because they read something I said, I guess that's about the best thing a man can get short of squirting out his own progeny. I wish they still had those places that paid you for sperm. I could use some cash. Plus the thought of random, bastard offspring roaming the earth is comforting in a primal sort of way. If anyone needs any sperm, I work cheap.

Wednesday, March 16, 2005

Atreyu vs. The Nothing



Since I can't actually write anything worthwhile myself these days, I've decided to just keep reprinting letters and e-mails from emo bands. This last one is an open letter from Alex, the frontman of XemoX band Atreyu to the staff of Victory Records and, more specifically, label BOSS Tony Brummell and is actually kind of funny:


-----Original Message-----
From: Alex Varkatzas
Sent: Wednesday, March 16, 2005 10:50 AM
To: Victory Staff and Business Partners
Subject: VERY IMPORTANT FROM ATREYU...

to the victory staff...

This is Alex from atreyu.I would like you all to know that "ANT"hony Brummel
has been encouraging a band on your roster to take physical actions against
me. In other words he told a manager that his band should personaly kick my
ass. Besides the fact that a real man would handle his own fights, this is a
completley unexceptable way for a label CEO or even a decent human being to
act(and we know that Tony is definitely not the latter). Subsequently i do
not feel safe having you(victory employee) or anyone at your label(victory)
contact my band in anyway shape or form. Sadly i know none of you share the
veiws of your boss, but this kind of harrassment (beside bordering on being
illegal) is completely immature...but i must say the verbal threats and
things of that nature i take very seriously. Violence is not a rational way
to handle any matter. EVER..

I heard that your boss has no promblem dropping "any" bands. I AM CALLING
HIM OUT ON THAT. Then i encourage him to step up and DROP ATREYU. Since he
can make bands overnight he should have no problem replacing us, after all
according to him we are "done" and no one is interested in us anymore. So i
propose we end this drama and you encourage him to drop us.. i dont want you
all to waste your valuable time and hard work on a band your boss wants
"beat up" and considers "traitors" and if by traitors you mean selling like
almost 400k records and making MR.Brummel some cash then i guess we are.
There was a time when we were a team. And i releaze i can be "difficult" at
times but i was sincerely dedidcated to this partnership.I want you all to
know i do not harbour any ill will towards any of you, we have all been at
very least on good terms and at best good friends. I am sad to see things go
this way. In the end i understand that you all must side with Tony and i
repsect that, i mean why lose your jobs over this shit, but the line has
been drawn, and you all know me, and you all know him, this will get worse,
it was nice knowing you all.

I am sure this will get forwarded to the boss.DO NOT REPLY TO ME.i will
never again open any email from ANYONE at victory nor will i answer any
calls from you or him. You may all talk to mgmt as that is their job. I am
sorry it has to be this way. I have immense repsect for all of you for
dealing with this tyrant and his games, you have more pateince and maturity
then i do. I would personally thank some of by name, but we all know you
would incure some wrath for it.(ie kathi H and jason r)best of luck to all
of you in your lives. god bless you all. except tony. i dont think god
blesses bullies or COWARDS.take care.

ps. if you are foolish enough to think this is over an AP cover (because
thats what i heard) you need to get a grip. You know how your boss is. If
you think we started this in any way. You are mistaken.
pss.
"i have yet begun to fight."- you should know what this means, you guys put
them out.

Tuesday, March 08, 2005

RIP The Tightest Bros EVER




The Get Up Kids were the band that got me out of dirtbag metal and into the wild world of emo. I single handledly credit them with my ascent to local superstardom and my eventual conquering of the mall rock music scene on a national scale. However, of late they've been pussy ass bitches, putting out shitty albums and playing second on 4 band bills with bands who bit their shit but looked better doing it. Anwyays, no one should really be surprised, but its still sad that the Get Up Kids broke up. Here is their letter:

Ladies and gentlemen, the rumors are true. After ten years, close to a hundred recorded songs and several trips around the world, The Get Up Kids will be playing their last shows this summer. We're celebrating the release of our as-of-yet-untitled live record and we're coming around one final time. We'll be playing gigs in the west, in the east and in the middle of the US. Our very last show will be in Kansas City, MO (our hometown) Fourth of July weekend 2005.

As a group we'd like to thank each and everyone of you for supporting us over the years. Whether we slept on your floor in '97 or you drove all the way to Lawrence to see us play in '05, we are forever grateful. We feel it's best to let the last ten years speak as a document for what the band was. We can look back and say that we are proud of everything that we accomplished. In the end, we will always remember this as a good time; we hope that you remember it that way too.

See you this summer,
The Get Up Kids

Monday, March 07, 2005

Second Best e-mail Ever

More hate mail wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! This time its about my column in Chico, CA weekly the Synthesis

Daniel,

I've been reading your column for about two and half years now and I must say, you've gotten more self-absorbed and unbearable with each passing month. Your incescent need to shit on everything is not only irritating, it's boring to read, which alienates those who still care about "Hot Flashes [the name of said column]" (a number which is dwindling on a weekly basis).

The men and women who work on the Orion [ the Chico State newspaper ] bust their asses to put out that paper, usually banishing other homework to the backseat along the way. And yes, they make mistakes. Forgive them, Oh "God among men."

Speaking of inferior music journalism, didn't your column once serve the purpose of informing Chico locals of upcoming musical events? When did it deteriorate into the Daniel Taylor show?

Here's a couple of tips:

1) No one gives a shit about your hair cuts. Please stop talking about them.

2) No one gives a shit about what you bought last week. Would YOU read a column about someone purchasing an mp3 player?

3) Except for high school girls, no one gives a shit about the majority of the music you talk about.

4) You are not better than everyone. In fact, lately you haven't done a thing to prove you're better than anyone.

You are lucky enough to have the talent to be a fantastic writer. And occasionally, you are. But the trick to good writing is respecting your readers. If you fail to do this, your column will be as rediculous and laughable as the faux hawk.

Regards,

-Nathan Anderson

Thursday, March 03, 2005

Lars Von Trier is A Pussy Bitch

So Lars Von Trier, the Danish director who won some awards for Dancer in the Dark, and who makes movies about America but is too scared of America to ever come here, announced today that he had cut from his forthcoming movie a scene in which a donkey is butchered after receiving letters from animal rights activists.

Fuck that shit. I'm going to kill 1000 donkeys and do it in the middle of Golden Gate fucking Park. It will be like The Gates or whatever that Christo thing is called but only with all kinds of donkey blood and guts.

What the fuck ever happened to filmmaking? I thought this guys was supposed to be some sort of visionary artist director? His whole school of film that he started was supposed to be all natural sound, no sets, all handheld cameras, then he even fucking pussed out on that after he got Nicole Kidman or whatever to star in his movies.

Fuck donkeys they don't fucking care about shit. They'd probably rather die in some movie then have to put up with sitting in some fucking barn