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College apparel on Community College Campuses

Written By: The Living Silver - Sep• 17•07

So I’m finally blogging again. Dunno if its a good thing or not.

As anyone who keeps up with me knows, I’m taking a few P.E. courses at DVC, mostly cuz its cheaper than joining a gym- plus you get instruction and workout planning.

So, I’m in my weight lifting class, and this dude is wearing a Harvard shirt. I was all excited, missing the East Coast and all, I approach the dude all ready to remenisce. It turns out the dude never went to Harvard. I was WTF!! Why would you wear a Harvard shirt if you never went? Are you trying to fake like your smart?

After this encounter, I noticed that lots of students on campus are wearing college clothings: USC, UCSD, Chico. I’m like WTF- not all of you turds go to those schools. Yes, I’m aware that some people here are taking a semester off from their real college, and they have earned the right to wear their real school’s colors. And some people were already accepted into prestigious schools like Vassar, so yes, you should wear your colors proudly. But its like EVERYONE here has a college sweatshirt- there’s no way they ALL got into those schools. The dick inside of me wants question each and every one of them- and then to mock the fakers.

The End of Yet ANOTHER Era

Written By: The Living Silver - Aug• 10•07

This truely is an ending. The summer of 2007. As people who know me well know, I’ve had some closure with my high school experience, and I FINALLY feel that that period of my life is over. The Cantina is closing for good at the end of the month, and all my friends either moved away with real jobs or left for school elsewhere. I will no longer be doing my thing over at DVC. Harry Potter finally ended (the final book was awesome, yet sad- because it all ends). And to top it all off, my favorite comic book store is closing! At the end of the month, my lifelong hobby will become far less interesting. I have been going to this place since I started High School, as my freind’s father used to own it.

I’ve taken it all as part of a major sign from God that it is time for a change in my life. I’m interpreting it as the opportunity for me to uproot from California and find my place in the world. The Bay Area is feeling much more empty for me these days.

Poor people suck

Written By: The Living Silver - Aug• 06•07

Well, its not the people that suck. Being poor sucks, not only for the people without money, but the people who have to live next to the people without money.
Maybe its drugs that inspires poor people to steal, maybe its need. Maybe it is a sense of entitlement- that society owes them something.

Regardless, my mother’s car was broken into today. She drives a nice car, and she left her purse in the back seat. One of her friends at work saw a suspicious looking woman pulled over next to my mom’s car, but didn’t think anything of it untill she later learned that my mom’s back window was smashed in and her purse removed.

Apparently, my mom’s gym bag was covering her purse, but this doesn’t excuse my mother’s folly of leaving it in there in the first place (of which she is well aware, she beat herself up over it for house today).

The facts:

1) Teachers at my mom’s school are told to leave their purses in their cars while they are at work, because too many parents were breaking into classrooms. How FUCKIN sad is that. >:o
2) Parents are aware that teachers leave their purses in their cars.

Now, my mom teaches at a low income school by choice- she’s excellent at her profession and could easily get a job in a better school district. These asshole parents don’t appreciate what she does for their children, and repay her kindness by stealing from her. That’s awesome.

THE REAL KICKER. My mom didn’t have any money in her purse!!!! She had credit cards, which she cancelled less than half an hour after the thieving bitch broke the window. The most the theif gained was a bunch of reward cards for free coffee at Starbucks.

Now, here is what my mom lost:
1. The price to repair her window
2. The price to fix the scratches on the side of her car
3. She had hundreds of dollars in reciepts that she needed so the school district could reimburse her for classroom supplies.
4. $20 for a new drivers license
5. The price of a new purse (it was an expensive purse)
6. The price of a new wallet (it was a new wallet)
7. Photographs of her family (including some very old ones)
8. A least one day of vacation to go to the DMV to get a new license, pluse sort out her credit card mess, and reestablish all her automatically reoccuring bill payment (making substitute teacher plans is not easy, and is very time consuming to boot).

Now, I’m not ignorant, and I realize that desperate people resort to desperate measures. Poverty is probably the ill that causes people to act this way. At the same time, I can understand why many republicans have the negative view of poor people that they do: they ARE a burden on society. At one time both of my parents were poor. They grew up poor. But neither of them came from families that stole. They didn’t bitch and complain about the shitty lot in life they were dealt. Instead, the took their anger, focused it, and became very successful. And it is not just my parents- they both came from large families, and none of them live anywhere near the poverty line. And they have friends that were successful in getting out of the shitty neighborhoods where they grew up. So even though its not right, I hope people can understand why I have diminishing tolerance for people who live their entire lives in poverty and blame the system (or whatever excuse they can dig up).

Midnight Run

Written By: The Living Silver - Jul• 31•07

I forgot how much I love running at midnight.

I went last night because I couldn’t sleep.

I used to run late at night all the time when I lived in Antioch. True, the “Yoc” is not the safest city to be outside during the witching hour- but I grew up there and therefore have no fear of it. I like running where there are no street lights, with only the moon’s light guiding me along the path. I feel I’m one with darkness: I was not the fearful, but the feared. Walnut Creek is a much safer city, yet I don’t trust it as much.

During the summer, it would get too hot to run during the day, so I chose to do it at night after my dinner settled. It became a ritual. There was something calming about being the only person moving outside. Once in a while a car would drive by, but the person inside simply didn’t register since they don’t have a visible face. I finished the run feeling better. Much better.

My predictions for Harry Potter and the Deathly Hollows

Written By: The Living Silver - Jul• 24•07

As of right now, I am starting to read the newest and final installment of the Harry Potter series. I just wanted to put into writing my predictions, so that when I am right, I’ll have proof that I guessed ahead of time. Spoilers may follow.

1) Dumbledor asked Snape to kill him. Snape didn’t want to, and this is what they were fighting about in the middle of book 6. Dumbledore knew he had to die in order to protect Draco Malfoy, and in order to build Voldermort’s trust in Severus. This is also why Snape is still trying to drill his lessons into Harry’s head even as he flees the death scene.

2) Malfoy turns to the good side. He does this because Dumbledore gave his life to protect him. Malfoy will probably wind up saving Harry’s life.

3) Ron is revealed to be gay. J/k, I just made that one up- its not a real prediction.

4) Harry is the 6th and final horicrux. The scar on his head was where Voldemort hid the last piece of his soul. Therefore, Harry has to die in order for the Dark Lord to die.

5) Harry dies in the end.

My first prediction is the one I am most certain about, and as the numbering goes further, the less certain I am. I will not be going online from this point on until I have finished reading, so don’t bother trying to post spoilers for me.

I OWN the World's 5th Tallest Waterfall

Written By: The Living Silver - May• 16•07

Yosemite: Upper Yosemite Falls. Its the tallest waterfall in North America and the 5th tallest waterfall in the world (measured by how far the water falls).

its a 5 hour round-trip hike (as listed in guidebooks). I did it in 1 hour and 48 minutes. I got to the top in 1 hour and 2 minutes. Then, after a 4 hour car ride, I went on a 5 mile run.

My family, grandparents, and several aunts, uncles and cousins all went up to Yosemite to celebrate Mother’s Day. I was one of the last people to leave. I was unable to join the group on any of their earlier hikes, so I decided to go on one by myself. Since I was by myself, I went fast (running at times) to keep from getting bored. Plus, I have this love affair with speed. The view from the top was amazing.

Because I know he is too humble to talk about his own accomplishments, I thought I’d do some bragging for my brother Aaron. He went running the first two mornings of the trip for something like 10 – 16 miles each day. On each of the two days he went on a hike in the afternoon. On the 2nd day, he hiked up the Mist Trail WITH A BABY ON HIS BACK!!! I mean, who does that?!? Its crazy slippery up top and my brother’s doing the climb with a frickin baby (my cousin) on his back. He hikes fast, too. Oh yeah, then he goes and does a 18 miles run the next morning. Effin’ insane.

Y: The Last Man

Written By: The Living Silver - May• 10•07

This is a story about what would happen if every man on Earth died, with the exception of one. Simply put, it is brilliant. I bought the first trade earlier this week and I can’t wait to read the next one. Read a real review here.

I just posted this cuz I wanted to say, that after reading it, I want to have my own helper monkey. Nuff said- go read it yourself.

My Review of Spiderman 3 (spoilers)

Written By: The Living Silver - May• 04•07

Last night I drove down to the great mall with some friends to check out this highly anticipated film. Being a hardcore fan of the comic books, I was very much looking forward to seeing the Sandman on screen. His visuals looked amazing (as I could tell from the advertisements), and Thomas Hayden Church is a dead ringer for Flint Marko.

Overall, this film was mediocre. The high points were high, but the lows were low. It was easily the least impressive of all of the recent Spider-films, and probably a disappointment for fans hoping that this third film would be the best of them all.

On the positive side, we have some of the best action scenes of the entire series. The first battle between Peter and the new Goblin were simply amazing, and probably worth the price of admission alone. Watching the Sandman in action was astounding, as he moves just as one would imagine the Sandman to move. Another hugely enjoyable part (I’m warning you, stop reading if you don’t want the movie spoiled) was when Peter and Harry fought side by side!! They are best friends since childhood, and it was jubilous to watch them in action together- especially since we know they are so evenly matched. We have become attatched to both characters and it was painful to watch them fighting. I am glad that in the end they were able to reconcile to join forces.

Also positive were some very campy song scenes, and some humorous hijinks (I’m thinking the Bruce Campbell bit). I LOVED watching badass Peter tear up the town with his cheeseiness, and bust his smooth lines at Betty from work. While mainstream movie goers may have found these parts to be stupid or corny, they effectively captured comic book silliness and emphasized the larger than life fantasy that superhero stories are supposed to embody.

Interestinly, when the movie took itself seriously, things started to suck. Many of the romantic parts that were intended to play out seriously were just terrible. Topher Grace makes a terrible villain and at no point in the movie did he seem scarey (even with the Venom constume on). Topher’s voice is just silly coming from the Venom monster- not to mention that Venom’s visuals were just goofy. He did not come off half as frightning as he does on the comic page; we never really get a sense of the danger that he poses to Parker.

Too many subplots were crammed into this story, and almost every one of them was poorly executed. The entire film was predictable, to begin with. Aunt May’s little lecture scenes were light cheese in the earlier films, but since they were endearing, they worked. In 3, they were pointless and forced. The entirety of Marko’s development as a character was crammed into 2 scenes- a far cry from the attention he deserved. The entire theme of this second film was redemption, and the Sandman is the one villain who embodies redemption. So how do you squeeze his development into two scenes!! It felt like I was watching a Will Ferral movie.

The development with Harry, his buttler, and Peter was rushed as well. Unfortunately it was needed for the final confrontation, and despite efforts to mask it, the Osbourne’s buttler was painfully exposed as the plot device that he is. Throw in the Gwen/Peter/MJ love triangle and there is no room to breath in this film. I’m amazed they found time for some minor characters to shine, such as Peter’s landlord and her daughter.

Overall, this movie is well worth the money for fans of action flicks or comic books (or Spiderman in general). In no way shape or form does it stand up to the better comic book movies to have been released over the past decade: X-men 2, Batmand Begins, Spiderman 1, etc. I left the theater looking forward to seeing the Silver Surfer in action in the Fantastic Four sequel.

My thoughs after returning from the wedding

Written By: The Living Silver - Apr• 30•07

Boston is WAY WAY WAY too conservative! I don’t know what I was thinking by waiting until after my trip to cut my hair! Everyone kept asking my what my long hair was from- like if I was acting in a movie or if I was in a band or going undercover for the FBI or something. They didn’t seem to understand that people in California just wore long hair some time- and that YES some people did like how it looks (including me).

So even though my trip is over, I am still going to get my hair styled and cut. My friend Dee (who is in school for that sort of thing) will be working her magic soon. And if I don’t like the style, I will be wearing an even shorter style.

A crappy way to start a plane flight

Written By: The Living Silver - Apr• 30•07

So I flew out to Boston this weekend for a wedding. I’m writing this on the plane as I fly out East (sooooooo excited). My plane is scheduled to leave at 8:55. I called a taxis last night to pick me up with enough time to get me to BART with plenty of time to get to the Oakland Airport. The taxi comes to pick me up, and I’m feeling kinda bad for the poor sap. He drove all the way from Concord to give me a ride down the street to the BART station (I live hella close, I just didn’t want to walk with my luggage). So he offers to drive me out to the Airport. I think about it for a second, and wanting to do a good deed, I tell him ya. Back in Providence a taxi ride to the airport only costs $20. So we’re on the Freeway and I’m watching the meter creep towards $20- and we were not even close to the Caldacot tunnel. I ask the guy, “how much is this trip gonna cost total?”

Dude’s all “about $70″.

I’m like “fuck this! Drop me off at the nearest BART station”

So after the taxi driver got stuck in traffic I’m running late. I check in at 8:40 AM. Lucky for me my flight was delayed and I made it on time.

But because of the flight delay, my one hour layover in L.A. is now 7 minutes long. My ass was running through L.A.X. knocking people over trying to reach the next terminal in time. I get there just as they were closing the door. I slide in, out of breath as I take my seat. In the first lucky break I receive all day, there are two “L.A.” looking girls sitting in the same row that I was. However, as I plop into my seat I turn to them and say, “Hey ladies, how you doin? Where you flying to?”

In succession, they answer, “Boston.”

“This is a one-way flight”.

But leave it to me to turn something lucky into another unlucky moment.