DEAR BLOGGER.

As of this, my 630th post, Im leaving you.

I am going to a new place, im moving to http://eightarms.tumblr.com

Why?

Well, you weren't keeping up with my needs, you haven't evolved, you're the same you were five years ago and I've moved on. I need something new, more flexible, that can appreciate my need for quick dirty links, as well as long meandering posts, I need a platform that can support me through my whimsy and through my deep, and who I can rely on, who I can trust and depend on.

Lately I've been scared of even visiting you, because I don't feel I can trust you, we built our relationship on shonky html, we don't have many friends, nobody visits us anymore.. something had to happen.

So I'm leaving you for Tumblr.

Sure it might feel a little awkward for a while, but it's a change we both need. I'm taking ALL my posts with me, tho they will also stay here, as a memory of the times we've shared.

It's been good Blogger, but our paths will not meet again.

Thank you.

- Pablo

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Youth

By Samuel Ullman

Youth is not a time of life; it is a state of mind; it is not a matter of rosy cheeks, red lips and supple knees; it is a matter of the will, a quality of the imagination, a vigor of the emotions; it is the freshness of the deep springs of life.

Youth means a temperamental predominance of courage over timidity of the appetite, for adventure over the love of ease. This often exists in a man of sixty more than a boy of twenty. Nobody grows old merely by a number of years. We grow old by deserting our ideals.

Years may wrinkle the skin, but to give up enthusiasm wrinkles the soul. Worry, fear, self-distrust bows the heart and turns the spirit back to dust.

Whether sixty or sixteen, there is in every human being’s heart the lure of wonder, the unfailing child-like appetite of what’s next, and the joy of the game of living. In the center of your heart and my heart there is a wireless station; so long as it receives messages of beauty, hope, cheer, courage and power from men and from the infinite, so long are you young.

When the aerials are down, and your spirit is covered with snows of cynicism and the ice of pessimism, then you are grown old, even at twenty, but as long as your aerials are up, to catch the waves of optimism, there is hope you may die young at eighty.

Here's a video I made of me cleaning my room, it gets good so watch it till the end.

Cleaning the room from pablo andres on Vimeo.

THAT DAMN PENGUIN

Super great workout mix for Chay-Ya!

(First song is for setting up and getting started - Last song is for winding down!)

It's an Old Skool AUSSIE 90's Indy/Indie Alternative rock music Australian music flashback blog post!

Frenzal - Punch In The Face




Custard - New Apartment




Jebediah - Teflon




Suprjesus - Down Again (such a good song!)




Eskimo Joe - Sweater




The Porkers - Too Big For Your Boots




TISM - Greg The Stop Sign!




Gerling - Who's Ya Daddy




Nancy Vandal - Move Over Satan



Shihad - La La Land




Spiderbait - Fucking Awesome




Regurgitator - Freshmint!



And some more links! (universal music wont let me 'embed' these clips)

The Cruel Sea - Better get a lawyer - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JARJX4TtQBg

Grinspoon - Repeat - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N3R5yR4enJE

Spiderbait - Buy me a pony - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HmWkgZ-b6sk

Got any others?!

In the 7th moon,
the chief turned into a swimming fish
and ate the head of his enemy by magic

Enjoy this truly excellent music, leave it playing as you get on with your day or work, this is the Kasai Allstars.

"Kasai Allstars is a collective revolving around 25 musicians from six bands, all from the Kasai region, but originating from five different ethnic groups, each with their own culture, their own language and their own musical traditions, which were always thought to be incompatible until these musicians decided to pool their resources and form this 'superband'."

http://www.myspace.com/kasaiallstars

It's all over the everywhere but come on, MICHAEL JACKSON IS DEAD.

EVERYBODY, even the Taliban in Pakistan know he's dead, every.one. knows.

I got on the bus today and 'Blame it on the boogie' was playing while three black kids up the front gave each other fancy hi fives and combed their afros. It was like being in a brooklyn bus in the 80's. For me it was a fitting tribute.

So anyways, this is my take on Michael..

He was an angel that came to earth to share his voice, he inevitably got corrupted on earth and sold his soul to the devil (Quincy functioning as representative), in order to write the best pop music ever made, the pact/seal was the album Thriller (obviously). From which he never recovered.

The devil.. he said, 'Michael, give me your soul and in return youll write the best pop music the world has ever heard..'. Michael agreed, and lost himself, his sanity, his identity, replaced by plastic and artifice, he truly lost his soul, and he did it for the musical wellbeing of mankind.

What Im saying is.. Michael Jackson died for our sins, he sacrificed himself for all of us, he was like.. the musical Jebus.

Amen brother.

Now watch these vids, cuz they didnt come cheap, you owe it to yourself, Michael, and the Devil..

(I'll be writing a lot more about Love in the future, I feel Love these days is often used as a dirty word, one full of drama and suspicion. To have Love is the same as suffering they say. I disagree. I believe Love is inherently good, and easy and fun, it has been corrupted due to idiots and media, and it needs to be re-appreciated. Love is good. Love is great. As a briefer here is a link to an article from the now defunct Zine 'When Men Were Men' , written by my good friend and associate Rachel W. Link - > "Something very sad has happenned to love")

.. the idea that when you have someone you can have anyone.. that's a problem, people get greedy, if youre having sex every night with your partner and then you make eye contact with a cute girl at a cafe one morning, you think 'damn I could be having sex with her every night instead!' but ITS NOT TRUE!! Odds are that you would not be having any sex for a while, and even if you were, it wouldn't be someone you'd stick with for months, maybe even years!
You are NOT missing out on loads of hot sex, you are just missing out on some occassional and mostly disappointing flirty encounters. Ok girls can probably have sex with guys more easily than guys and that's why when you're a guy it really hurts, because its a fact, its easier for girls to have sex with people, they make the decision.. but I digress, point is, mostly youre not missing out on anything by being with someone, only very occassionally. But the question mark shows up sometimes when you make eye contact, and its very alluring! Let it go. Forget it. Enjoy who you have as much as you can for as long as you can. That doesn't mean don't pash anyone, don't flirt, don't play with your sexuality... it just means don't think youre being obligated or constrained by your partner, that's an illusion, its all you.

The key is Surrender. Give up. Give up the outcome. Give up and you'll get Slack.
If you have a fear, there is often a fear of fear, because you worry that by fearing something you will actually create it, hence there is this second level fear, a fear of being afraid. Which is even worse.

What can one do when we have those moments where we think the worst, then worry that by thinking the worst we may have given that outcome power, fueled this fear with our fear.. what can we do.. the only thing left to do is to fear more, not fear, blow it all out of proportion.

If you're worried about something, make it worse in your head, and worse, as bad as it can possible be and triple it. By this point it will be but a caricature a most unlikely event which will help you get over it. Like when you repeat a word too many times, it stops having any hold on you, it stops making sense. Blowing a fear out of proportion makes it loses its power on you due to its cartoonish impossibility.. and then you breathe, and you're much better again.

Wasting time.

Wasting time, much frowned upon in modern society is actually not that bad,

For when you waste something are you not asserting that you have so much of it that you can afford to throw it away?

I am proud and lucky to be so time rich that I can let it slip through my fingers as if nothing. This is a mind set, and why shouldn't we waste time?

First of all its a bit of a misnomer, 'waste' is the wrong word, but it helps to illustrate my previous economic example. I'm happy to 'waste' time if it involves making silly things, playing with cardboard, experimenting, discussing philosophies with friends, reading novels, forging bonds, making cookies etc..

But! They say..
Shouldn't you be making a living?

Yes, but what IS a living?
A living, is living to a degree you are comfortable with. The more you own, car, house, cable tv etc. The more of a living you have to make, the less time you can afford to waste. But essentially, you are making a living, so that when you're done you can go to the living you've made and enjoy your time, however it may be: play with it, chat, create, enjoy, all these things which a content and happy time waster is actually doing already anyway.

Michael Ende, John Lennon and I agree: Time enjoyed is never ever time wasted.

There will be plenty of time leftover to make a home, create things, sell them, study, forge a career etc etc, later, it happens, organically, but to force it, to feel guilty about not being productive, is bad for the spirit. Feel no shame when being idle! And always rest on the Sabbath!

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When you do things right, people wont be sure youve done anything at all.

Im making a new zine called 'God is laughing at us', its been in the works for ages, basically ramblings between me and my best friend Rachel. Im gonna post some of those on here every few days, you'll know they're for the zine cuz they'll be in italics and bold.

'You are travelling around a country and then you find a place you really like where you can do heaps of things and the people are cool and you can stay at this house for free, so you think youll stay a week, which turns into a forntight, which turns into three weeks and then a month, and every day you're like "i'll leave tomorrow for SURE"! but then another party, another joint, another gig later and you're back at square one. After a while you start doubting you're ever going to leave but you're running out of money and instead of doing all the cool things this city offers you find yourself on the couch all day smoking joints and hating yourself for not leaving and not doing anything. So then you finally are about to leave and someone wants to start a band with you. And the people at the house who you thought by now were sure to hate you, are so used to you being there and not ever leaving that they tell you not to leave as you are now part of the dynamic. Which turns you into this sort of anti-slack-hero who's popular for not doing anything and hating yourself. which is kinda cool.. but you really gotta leave. But this rut is just so comfortable, and you're too stoned to leave today.. thats it, you'll leave tomorrow for sure.'

I LOVE Garage Rock! Especially authentic old school Garage rock. It's the twang and jangle of the guitar, the suits, the fresh and timeless melodies and the absolute ruckus that does it for me. There are a few bands doing it well these days, like Thee Oh Sees and The Black Lips, but today I'm gonna post some of my fave youtube garage clips!



They're playing by a pool! Check out the fat guitarist and his solo!



The Neanderthals! Costumes? check. Caveman go-go girls? Check. Hunchback? Check. Perfect.



The 13th Floor Elevators are killer, this song has a classic melody and great vocals.



Bule Bule!!! True Mexican Garage by Los Rockin Devils!



MC5 are THE band. I love the intro with the girl and the balloons.