I only write when I'm inspired to. I write about music, and stuff, i use a lot of similes and metaphors. i vent, i rant, i sing, i dance. you should too.
I said this to a friend today while enjoying a pint at the Concordia university bar this evening: "Barney Stinson would give you a high five but Ted Mosbey would not approve, although we're in our 20's .. we're all Stinsons.. will get to Ted in our 30's...so high five"
it made too much sense. honestly. for those un-enlightened souls out their who haven't check out that amazing TV show called 'How i met your mother" you should check it out. you would get exactly what I'm saying. My birthday is on Saturday, i'll be turning 21 and in many ways I'll be getting old, but in my opinion i''m still young in too many ways. as young, hormone induced youths we should indulge in our inner Stinson. maybe he's got it right all alone. Because who wants to be shackled down like a Ukrainian circus bear to a partner who you'll eventually leave or get dumped by? enjoy the carnal pleasure of the opposite ( or same wtv gives you a chubby) sex.
I have a friend who as we speak is on a date with a very pretty lady. little does he know this pretty little lady has an appetite for said carnal pleasure like a ferret in heat. my friend, lets call him the romantic, is probably trying to woo her into his own Ukrainian circus. This Pretty little lady is trying to use the same shackles, not to bound him to her circus, but to her bed. lucky for him? i sure would think so. although my friends title as the romantic will not soon escape him for an evening of passion and pleasure. he's searching in vain for his own circus bear. a noble cause in another metaphor but in this one it just wont fit.
if you play your cards right tonight then your definitely getting laid buddy. unfortunately you'll be searching for more than bacon and eggs the morning after. This pretty lady's fridge is stock piled with bacon and eggs.. but nothing more.
I would die for some of her Bacon and eggs. I have an affinity for pretty little ladies
this should play in your head all the time until you turn 30.. is what i would have said until i met the most amazing 39+ year old in the world. you know who you are you tall oceanic warden of the beautiful, well traveled Swans. So this song should always play in your head.. forever! i want to see more 70 year olds at raves getting lucky and having the time of thier 70 year lives. if i see another 20 year old couple geting married i will back hand them power ranger style. you feeling froggy? then jump! for serious thought.. just stop getting married and enjoy life un hindered and un shackled.. but what do i know .. this is just my opinion .. my supremely enlightened opinion that is respected by people 2-3 times my age.. people who tell me i am more emotionally mature then most people they have met. people in their 40's and 50's who stop and listen to what i have to say about the world and it's contents. so before you brush me off as some frustrated youth.. take a second to let what i spit soak in. it wont easily rub out.
Carlyle Williams remember this impressive man I have found his place of creativity, his lair of love, his cave of concoctions 3 years later, substantial words were exchanged between him and i with an invitation to drink, un hindered, by this fountain of knowledge. The story begins
a Photo shoot was planned between myself and this girl.. Photogenic bliss yes that's me on her cover page, and yes my eyes do look like a stoned Asian on a bright summers day..
she had planned a ....."grudge" style photo shoot in the old Montreal that was rather far from where our original meeting location was, Loyola campus. i immediately came up with the idea of venturing on a rooftop i frequuent, i use this rooftop for drinking and conversational use by myself and a good friend of mine only for therapeutic social purposes of course. A rooftop! what a great place to have a photo shoot especially with a theme of GRUNGE ! we walked over and proceeded to climb up the fire escape. of course it was a little less than legal but the rush is priceless
as soon as i got half way up i heard the familiar wailing's of an artist i had met many years ago could it be? Carlyle Williams! it was him who was singing/yelling. as soon as i got to his floor i saw him! big bellied black man with beard and tuq i pointed to him and yelled "CARlyle WILLIAMSSSSS" he, sitting on a chair with arms behind back, almost expecting me, laughed! "remember me? we met 3 years ago at that bar Foufouns electric we spoke of love and life!?" "ah oui je souvien, tu parle francias oui? come inside" he was speaking french to me.. why? lets roll with it. he invited me inside, i crawled through the open window excited like a young boy who has found a box of fire crackers. he showed me his art which was a combination of papier mache and sculptures, later my awkward photographer, standing in the window frame, clueless, and looking rather terrified of this hairy black behemoth said " his art is so sexual!" of course it is you silly women! he is Carlyle Williams! anyway as i am an empathetic bastard i quickly ended our re-acquaintance with a promise of seeing him soon. i will keep that promise and i will come back with friends who have open ears for the knowledge BELLOWED out from this entity as i finished the shoot, walked back down the fire escape and walked away Carlyel Williams pooped his head out of the window and let out a yell/roar louder then i have heard a man yell.. we turned back to see what was all the fuss! he looked at me from the third floor of his loft, yelling and fanning his arms out as if to salute an Egyptian god, maybe i was that Egyptian god?, taken off guard all i could yell back was " take care Carlyel, keep your mangoes fresh" with a diminutive and awkward thumb up salute. He still would wrap his knuckles to mine after every sentence he would melodically and poetically produce, he still laughs like a lion, he still sings and produces art He is still Carlyel Williams, hear him roar!
The Burning man Festival: Once a year, during the first week of September, 40-50 thousand people gather in Nevada's Black Rock Desert (also known as "the playa") to create Black Rock City, a temporary metropolis dedicated to community, art, self-expression, pyrotechnics, music and self-reliance. They depart one week later, having left no trace whatsoever. On the 6th day we burn a 30 meter wooden statue of a Man.
Before i arrived at burning man i was dedicated to writing an article explaining burning man to those less fortune souls who haven't attended, although within the first 6 hours of arriving i realized that it was impossible. Trying to explain burning man to someone is like trying to explain the color blue to a blind person.
I could tell you what i experienced at burning man, what i learned, who i met and the things i saw but i cannot explain the magic found in this city. The magic that finds it's way into your heart and soul like the deserts dust finds it's way into everything you own. What i will write about is the things i learned, and there are many. Burning man has a peculiar way of changing someone, or at least changing certain views they have.
A big part of this festival is the Gift economy. Everyone at burning man gives without expecting anything in return, they only expect the silent promise that somewhere down the line you will give/help another person/stranger/friend. therefore you can't spend money at this event, the only things you can buy are found at Center camp; coffee and ice. I was walking down the street one day wearing my signature yellow sunglasses and a man stopped me and told me that he fond my shades to be quite loud indeed. He said he had somethign that would make them louder, his neon colored shirt. He took his shirt off and gave it to me. no questions asked, i thanked him with a hug and he went on his merry way. Giving feels great. Since Burning man i find myself being much more generous and it feels amazing. To give without expecting anything in return is a beautiful act that should more present in our western society. Unfortunate because it was my first time at this wonderful event i did not have much to give. All i had in my pouch of wonders was advice, hugs, good conversation and compliments, which i certainly used as much as possible.
Like any other festival Burning man has copious amounts of mind altering substances. What happens to your brain and body when exposed to 107 degree heat, moisture wicking off your body and dehydrating you within minutes. The mind-altering experience of Burning Man is its own drug. Now I'm not one to look down my nose at drugs but there are/were a couple that i had preconceived notions off and therefore decided i would never try. i stayed in a theme camp of 30+ individuals, all of whom were very interesting and who i have forged strong relationships with. . Like good open minded individuals 95% of them consumed drugs and alcohol. At least 50 % dropped acid and/or pills a couple times during the festival. At first this might sound terrifying but i quickly realized that drugs aren't the evil dooers there made out to be but rather the real bad boy is excess. In the end there are so many things out there in this wide world that are bad for you why would you section of a couple that have the potential of making you feel great and/or let you experience the world in a whole new way. Everything in moderation. A glass of milk is good for you and tastes great but 15 of those mutha fuckers will give you a hell of a time. what i'm saying is don't say no to something that might seem dangerous on the outside but can be quite a bit of fun. just make sure your taking it in moderation. 1 pill of ecstasy feels greattttt but 15 of those mutha fuckers will kill you, same with aspirin.
As i met and became friends with the 30+ individuals that were staying in my camp i realized that people are interesting. People have life stories to tell and learn from. people can be beautiful beings and as a 15 year burning man veteran told me " every individual is a work of art" I met some amazing people, from the 39 year old writer who helped out with the Titanic movie and lives in L.A and has lived all over the planet from England, Montreal, New Zealand and the Salomon islands to name but a few. The 21 year old flower child from Long island who was moving to Glasgow to peruse her studies in Photography. the 51 year old biker who drew many of the animations for the old Disney movies. The 28 year American ex Realtor who moved to the British Virgin islands once the housing debacle started and is now living the life as a yacht salesman/ nightclub Dj. The self proclaimed nerdy Asian boy from orange county who studies in Biomedical Engineering, Mechanical Engineering and Material Science Engineering at UC Irvine and who supplied the entire camp with some of the purest Ecstasy this side of the Atlantic. I could go on for pages. all this to say if you stop and talk to someone, not at some seedy nightclub, you'll more then likely find that this person is very interesting and this person might be someone you would befriend. so take the time to get to know people, you never know who your going to meet.
The last story i would like to share with you is very dear to my heart. One night, the flower child, her friend (who had the biggest and brightest smile i have ever seen) the writer and myself all went to the Opulant temple. The opulant temple is a rave scene with the best lineup of dj's in the world every single day. The dj booth is a head. The dj's spin in the mouth, the eyes and head are beams of fire that shoot out. The dance floor is surrounded by columns of flame that periodically erupt and in the back there are 3 platforms about 10 feet up that you can dance on. That night was the first time i experienced Ecstasy, the drug, supplied by none other then the Nerdy asain boy from Orange county. we all had some. yum! I started dancing with these 3 amazing people and after about 40 minutes i realized that i was NOT enjoying myself.. i was feeling down and sick and i was reconsidering ever taking drugs again. then i sat down
and i started to feel slightly better
The writer came and sat down next to me and got real close. He asked me how i was doing. i told him i was not doing well but i'm feeling better now that i'm seated. He put his arm around me and gestured expansively at the scene in front of us. remeber now i'm sitting down at a rave of thousands of people who are dressed ridicoulosy if they are dressed at all, fire spewing from all around us and from the dj booth with some of the best rave music to be heard. the Writer said " you see all this fire and art and sculptures? aren't they beautiful and majestic, imagine the time it took to make all this... i replied "ya ya i guess"
He said " and the music! isn't it the best music and dj'ing you have ever heard!?" Armin Van buren, voted the best dj in the world was currently in motion. i said " ya i guess your right buddy"
then he said " and you see these beautiful people dancing and enjoying life and enjoying this music, isn't it wonderful!, aren't they beautiful!" i said " your absolutely right" then he put his hand on my shoulder looked me deep in the eyes he came in close and said " see all this, .... this is all here fore you, it's all here for you"
and from then on i had the most amazing night of my life.
when your having a bad day just look around and realized that its all here for you. if your not having a good time then it's your fault because everything is here for you to have a good time so enjoy it.
The Burning man festival was the best time of my life. I have come away from it with so many priceless memories. For most people, such as myself, the burning man festival is a life changing event. I implore everyone out there who has or wishes to have an open mind and a great experience to attend this event.
