Monday, October 31, 2011

Beirut - 10/27 at Variety Playhouse - Review

I saw a kickass show last week and wrote a review which can be found here.  Check it out.

Wednesday, October 26, 2011

Occupy Atlanta: The Eviction

I heard the news before I left for work:  Mayor Kasim Reed withdrew his offer to let the Occupy Atlanta protesters remain in Woodruff Park until November 7th.  Apparently there was an unsanctioned hip-hop concert this weekend that pissed the mayor off, causing him to revoke his prior peace offering.  Everyone knew they would be kicked out, but no one knew when.

Work happened to be ungodly slow and I managed to get cut early.  I woo-hooed for a bit and then pulled out my computer as soon as I got home.  I checked a few news sites for any word on the eviction of the protesters and saw an update stating that it was going down at that moment.  I quickly grabbed my camera and hopped in my car.  As I pulled around a corner heading towards the park, two motorcycle cops blew a red light and blocked off the road in front of me.  “Oh shit,” I thought.  “This might get a little nuts.”

Monday, October 24, 2011

Minus the Bear live - Review

I went to see Minus the Bear on Saturday on their tour for the tenth anniversary of Highly Refined Pirates.  I wrote a review for Deckfight which can be found right here.  Enjoy.

Tuesday, October 18, 2011

The Bet

Throughout the years, I’ve really grown to dislike betting.  Not gambling, mind you, but betting.  Gambling is great.  Every lottery ticket or hand of cards or spin of the slot machine promises the possibility of unfathomable riches and a life of leisure.  Granted, it usually ends with a quick curse word and a moment of regret, but in the end it’s all worth it no matter the financial outcome. 

Betting, on the other hand, requires a certain level of trust between the two bettors.  This is where everything goes to hell for me.  I know that when I bet on something, I will pay if I lose.  Every time.  There’s no choice in the matter because I made a bet and you pay your bets.  That’s what adults do.  Don’t make a bet you can’t pay because that’s dishonest and a clear indicator that you are a complete asshole.  I’ve been burned by this kind of shit too many times and now feel like every bet I make is stupid because I only stand the chance of losing.  There’s no possibility of actually winning.  The most I can hope for is to break even because everyone is an asshole besides me.

Friday, October 14, 2011

The Occupy Atlanta protests won't accomplish anything.

“This is the most radical thing that’s happened in this city since the 70’s.”

Or at least that’s what I overheard from a member of the Occupy Atlanta protest currently taking place in Woodruff Park, downtown Atlanta.  Apparently, the group is protesting corporate greed and misappropriation of funds.  Just don’t ask somebody what they stand for, because it will invariably take them five minutes and a lot of umms to get to the equivalent of that succinct description.

Tuesday, October 11, 2011

Bjork - "Biophilia" review

I wrote a review of the new Bjork album, Biophilia for Deckfight which can be read here.  I believe the link will start you in the middle of the article, so you may have to scroll up a bit.  Enjoy.

Monday, October 10, 2011

The Georgia Dome is a backwards hell-hole.

When the tickets to the Falcons vs. Packers game fell into my hands on Friday, I wanted nothing more than to see the stupid Atlanta team get their dicks ripped off by Aaron Rodgers and stuffed down their throats. As expected, this is basically what happened as the game clock finally counted down to zero. However, I was not as elated as I had expected to be as this happened. Why not? Because the news came to me through a text message as I walked down Ivan Allen Blvd, away from the Georgia Dome and towards my lonely apartment.

Friday, October 7, 2011

Peacocks are awful.

Our internet has disappeared, so I’m forced to walk out by the pool to connect to some apparition called “linksys” to get my fix of the World Wide Web.  It’s not ideal, but it might be for the best.  I no longer sit in my bedroom until five in the morning watching videos of The Deftones from the nineties or videos of tigers mauling people on elephants.  Although those are definitely productive ways to spend time, it gets a little repetitive after a while.  Now the internet bill has disappeared with my roommate’s girlfriend and I have gained a little piece of my soul back.