Blazing New Trails to Never Fail.

This is two posts in one.

I`ve found that I`m listening to pretty much nothing but In Tune and On Time.

Liam. I need you to find me a copy of this, whether it be burned or not. I have holes in what I can find, and that needs to change. I`m missing the integral "Mashin on the Motorway" among others.

Well, I`ve quit my job as a door to door man. I won`t disclose as to why, but I will say that in my lifetime, I will never do a job quite like that again, which is why I`m happy for the experience. I did quit by the way, and I didn`t get fired. I just don`t really want to talk about why.

I`ve decided that despite the fact that I`ve been trolling YouTube for a good cross section of videos to post, that I won`t.

London is a strange city. If one were to read my personal logs, one would find that I have a lot of problems with the university aspect of this city. Jordan, Carl and Darryl were down last weekend, and while the story is sordid and a little choppy in my head due to excessive alcohol consumption, I will say that I have little to no respect for Western studentia in their full glory.

I`ve been making it a personal mission to use the library resources (which are vast) on campus, and even just sitting in their cliquey little cafes and daytime bars, I`ve found that either:
a) all of the quality, decently intelligent people that maintain the high academic standing of a school like this go into hiding or,
b) they are all engineers, whose ability to drink AND do well amazes even me. Perhaps there is a fraternity secret amongst these young men and women that is not available to the general public. Nyugen, care to share?

Honestly, I`m at a loss. Most Western girls dress like little $300/outfit clones and apparently drink only starbucks coffee and semen.

I hang out at a starbucks, and watch some of these girls try to function. I have a serious question for you guys...is Starbucks actually considered like some kind of Mecca for pseudo intellectuals? Why do people come there to discuss the application of Brechtian Theory as applied to Orhan Pamuk, or the benefits of a Communications Degree?

Seriously, call me bitter, but these people dressed up in their cute little outfits, trying desperately to fit the bill as an "indie intellectual" discuss these useless topics amongst themselves like a bunch of ass sniffing dogs.

Just sad, that`s all.

What the really dissapointing part is, is that this sort of functions as a eulogy for the dream that I had that perhaps university would offer me a solace from the ignorance of high school, and that Laurier had been a mere wrong choice for that kind of solace.

No. All universities are the same, and academic purity is a thought that while once may have been honorable, exists only in the bowels of the deep ravine of time with all the other dreams like level-headed women, something for nothing, and rock and roll.

But shit, who the hell am I? I`m just bitter, right?

PEACE.

THE BiZZLE`s Opium-erant.


Post #2 (written a week prior)

Hey,



Well, it would seem our little Blogger O`Sphere is falling apart quite briskly.



Liam`s concern has been expressed, and though I would love to see the 'sphere stay alive, I truly think it`s going to be a distant memory in but a few months.

Liam raised a good point in his post about how we write little more than travelogues and video playlists of musical interests. His hypothesis that we do little more interesting in our lives than get drunk and pass out is a sad showing of the end result of the last few years. Were we really once closer? God..what happened there?



I think we need a good showing of support for each other. Ellen, I implore you to keep writing your blog, and Jordan, Liam, Nora (if you`re out there), Ben, M-TOD, and all those other periodical bloggers, I ask that we give this one more shot, because if we don`t..it`s over, and our lives aren`t really going to intersect later on down the road as we believed they would in Carl`s basement a half decade ago.



Give it a go.

Blake.