Big Ne.ws Blog

whoa hello

2010-05-04T19:36:00.002-04:00

Well I just remembered about this blog and figured I'd give it an update! The 'crew' here at Save the Sushi have actually moved most of our activity over to http://www.savethesushi.com/, and bigne.ws isn't used at the moment to hosts new content. That site and our later purchased http://www.thebignewspaper.com/ are on the back burner.

We started filming weekly and now post videos on youtube! so go check out the channel and subscribe! (link here)

I shall probably start posting tid-bits here until the blog function on savethesushi.com is up and running. Until then happy trails.

- aaron.

the new Big Ne.ws Paper

2009-07-28T21:17:00.002-04:00

The new Big Ne.ws Paper is up and running. Go check it out!

the Big Ne.ws Paper

Films that look good:

2009-07-04T16:09:00.003-04:00

Through Apples Site:
Captain Abu Raed
Evangelion 1.0

Got time to kill...

2009-06-30T13:49:00.003-04:00

So school for spring semester has been up for about a week now. All thats left to do until fall is sit around and read/write/play video games. Much of life till this point has been a sort of struggle. And now that I'm at this spot where I don't have to do much but think I'm finding it harder than ever to concentrate. So far Big Ne.ws has had a couple different projects.

The website, which is a sort of marketplace for all the other content (although making a site that looks good and functions well is rather difficult). There's also all of our video projects that range from simple short to well planned out episodic content. There's also the old school audio talk show/play. And last but not least the Big Ne.ws Paper. I'm actually thinking about brining the paper back but in digital form (for real this time!). I have a month off to do it and really have just been reading in preparation for a rather large writing assignment (secret).

Anyway. Things on the to-do list until classes this fall:
+ Redesign website and...
+ Make the digital paper.
+ Write and hopefully film Episode 2. The outcome of this really depends on rather we find the space to film it or not. Living in someone else's house is rather weird to begin with.
+ Re-configure forum so I can actually have registration open again. All I get are bots, bots and more bots on it atm.
+ Edit the rest of my 'to-list' edits of videos that need to be edited.
+ Try and get a first draft of my 'secret' writing down.
+ Finish Virtual Chef with William.

And that should cover it! hah. I'm rather overwhelmed but know full and well all of that can be done. It's not like I have to much else to do. Oh also while I'm here if you feel like it leave a comment and let me know if you like the new theme. Blogger is rather bare with them so I don't have much to choose from.

Recently Added:

2009-06-18T11:55:00.002-04:00

Heres a little post with a little information! I've finally gotten around to uploading our short 'BNB Ep2 - Behind the Scenes' to the flash player on the site. (Under the banner its the text titled 'VIDEO ARCHIVE').

More content coming soon. Also I'm very certain I will be redesigning the site and remaking the forum come this July. So keep an eye out! I'll be sure to email everyone I can about it when it's happened.

Ah well something may come soon enough

2009-06-12T10:35:00.003-04:00

Just thought I'd let everyone that reads the Big Ne.ws Blog know we have a window of opportunity to create some content so we probably will. Some ideas we're developing:

- serious short film.
- big news broadcast episode 2
- new forum

I'll keep you posted.

Lazy Days

2009-05-23T06:18:00.002-04:00

Hello my nimble and meager STSE goers. 'Tis been a while since I have sat down to speak with you, and for that I am regretful. It was, however, necessary in order to keep up the work that I had already begun here, and was due for a wrap-up.
The honest-to-god's truth is that I don't really have that much news. It's been lazy days since I completed my exams, and I've been struggling to find eager artistsans and filmmakers with which to work. We've been trying things on our own, but without a camera, there is little hope for survival. And I am also making transitions between schools and living, so there is always the stress factor.
I am, however, beginning a work experience internship for FlameTV and The Discovery Channel (Europe) that will span two weeks. I am excited about this, because it will hopefully land me some sweet entry-level work with BBC or a local independent production studio. We shall see.
I have some treatments that I am writing because over the year I have been developing some ideas, and now I want to have them down in like thirty pages so I can begin to think about writing some of them. Hopefully I can finish this soon and begin working on one immediately. That would be motherlicking sweet.

Well, that is all I have to say. How sad. I shall return with more news as soon as such is available. Oh, by the way, I saw Star Trek on the IMAX in a placed called Waterloo. It was sweet, go see it.

Live Long and Prosper

Classes!

2009-05-13T17:07:00.001-04:00

So... I am really going nuts over this whole 7 week class thing. Trigonometry was hard enough to grasp without it being on speed. Though Spanish 2 (luckily my only other class) doesn't appear as difficult.

Plus check out this sweet little flash card thing!

Learn Spanish Vocabulary for Other everyday phrases / Más frases útiles

View Scoreboard | Learn Spanish | Get Help with Spanish Translation

Sunday Comics! (thanks comics.com)

2009-05-10T12:02:00.002-04:00

So it's been a while since I've updated the blog. I apologize on my behalf and the other writers, it's exam time for some and for others our schooling is just beginning again. I'm here saying we'll probably be able to update it on a more consistent basis very, very soon.

As far as the Big Ne.ws Broadcast? Well... lets just say it's being retooled. For now just enjoy some good ole fashioned Sunday Comics!

Sunday Comics! (thanks comics.com)

2009-04-26T11:46:00.002-04:00

not too many today, but oh well...

From my HD: Old Sprite Comics???

2009-04-24T21:07:00.005-04:00

So I was actually rummaging through the Big Ne.ws server and stumbled across a bunch of things. Since the blog doesn't get posted to much I'll try and spread them out! First up: A collection of an old sprite series I did with Megaman Sprites. Character Copyright Capcom, of course.
Click here to view image (not working right otherwise **shakes fist**)

Midweek Update:

2009-04-22T10:47:00.003-04:00

So I first must apologize for the last couple days. I've been of the computer for the most part, getting myself ready for school that's coming early May. Things should return to a more scheduled routine soon. Though I am in the midst of figuring out what exactly to do with the blog. I'm well aware of the sheer mass of blogs already on the internet. What can this one offer that none of the others can? I'll have to back to you on that.

As far as what I've been up to:
A sculpture (planning stages),
Big Ne.ws Broadcast Set (planning stages),
Vacation dvd (editing).

I finally got on the treadmill after what seems like months. Feels great. Be back tomorrow with something interesting!

Sunday Comics! (thanks comics.com)

2009-04-19T12:23:00.002-04:00

Extra Extra! (3)

2009-04-16T19:50:00.003-04:00

Lemon Chicken suxed!!

2009-04-16T18:43:00.003-04:00

So I figured I'd update on the Lemon Chicken. Well, it wasn't spectacular, and it wasn't terrible. I think it was too much Oregano. That's what I get for getting the recipe from another website I haven't used before!!! But anyway, I did get to use the pressure cooker which was pretty cool. Lata peoples! (if there are any peoples that read this...lol)

Lemon Chicken

2009-04-14T14:10:00.002-04:00

Found on http://www.fastcooking.ca/

Lemon Chicken - Serves 4

So simple, yet this is one of the most delectable sauces you can find for chicken. Be sure to allow a few hours to marinate the chicken.

Ingredients

3 1/2 lb (1.6 kg) chicken, cut in serving pieces

1/4 cup (60 ml) plus 2 tablespoons (30 ml) olive oil

1/4 cup (60 ml) lemon juice

2 teaspoons (10 ml) oregano

Salt and freshly ground pepper to taste

1/2 cup (125 ml) chicken stock

Directions:

In a small bowl, mix together 1/4 cup (60 ml) oil, lemon juice, oregano, salt and pepper. Pour over the chicken and marinate for several hours, or overnight. Dry the chicken well on paper towels and sprinkle with salt and pepper. Reserve the marinade.

Heat the remaining 2 tablespoons (30 ml) oil in the pressure cooker and brown the chicken pieces on all sides. Reserve chicken pieces on warm platter. Pour off the fat and add to the pressure cooker the reserved marinade and the chicken stock.

Lock the lid in place and bring to pressure, then lower heat and cook for the suggested time. Allow pressure to drop by the quick release method or automatic release method and remove the lid. Serve the chicken with the sauce spooned over it.

Suggested time for fast 15 psi pressure cookers: Cook for 8 minutes on high pressure.

Sunday Comics! (thanks comics.com)

2009-04-12T10:57:00.002-04:00

Just an old fashioned post.

2009-04-11T17:49:00.002-04:00

Nothing editorial today. Just a couple thoughts on my end and its the 'publish post' button for this entry. I suppose it would be alright this once to put aside what's going on with the site or my productivity and delve into more journalistic maters. It is now April 12th. A saturday. My mind is slowly letting the new living arrangements set in. The nice weather is helping.

Recently Amanda and I moved things in the room around so it feels more open, and I now have a rather large space for my random projects. School will be starting soon. I'm not too sure how that will go. I haven't been to school in a long time and never felt quite right in a classroom environment. Perhaps my hardened view on social interaction will help calm any anxiety.

Lately I've been playing Fallout 3. The new achievement for the Pitt is a little taxing (find 100 steel ingots). I've found 98.

If you haven't registered on the forum yet do so and post! Forums.BigNe.ws.

ps. Don't worry I'm currently in the process of revamping the blog structure to incorporate better post and more diverse content. Basically I'm trying to turn it into a place to check once a day for a little info/entertainment. Comments?

Projects: Almost forgot!

2009-04-10T21:43:00.003-04:00

So I almost forgot to post here today! And yes, I know I know. There wasn't a post yesterday. But to be honest the blog isn't up to full capacity with the amount of writers we want (want to write for us just leave me a comment with a link to something you've done and I'll honestly consider it).

The projects are basically the same, but with a little progression for each. Still expect Episode 2 to be awesome! Man I'm too hyped up on coffee.

A midweek update:

2009-04-08T11:28:00.004-04:00

So I've been on the forum a lot lately. Which is sad because, well, no one else is. I've been trying to get people onto it but to no avail. It seems the majority have moved on to other forms of communication in the web realm. Or perhaps I'm going at it all wrong. But I digress.

I'm posting this here, now to let anyone that reads this know that I am offering a consolation prize. For the first five people that become followers of the blog (besides Amanda and myself) I will mail you free of charge an item from the Save The Sushi realm. We have lots of set pieces and the like that some of you may find interesting. So Lets see how that goes.

Three projects are at hand: 1. The Big Ne.ws Broadcast Ep2. 2. The Talkshow of the Century. 3. Virtual Chef Reality.

More on all three projects this friday, for now come post on the forum!

Forums.BigNe.ws

Onion, Cheese, and Bacon Tart

2009-04-07T19:25:00.010-04:00

Ingredients

Crust

1 cup unbleached all purpose flour

1/4 teaspoon salt

1/4 cup (1/2 stick) chilled unsalted butter, cut into 1/2-inch cubes

2 tablespoons chilled solid vegetable shortening, cut into 1/2-inch cubes

2 tablespoons (or more) ice water

Filling

3 thick-cut bacon slices, chopped

1 large onion, thinly sliced

Pinch of sugar

1 cup whipping cream

1 large egg

1 large egg yolk

1/4 teaspoon ground black pepper

Generous pinch of salt

Generous pinch of ground nutmeg

1/2 cup (packed) coarsely grated Gruyère cheese

Preparation

For crust:
Blend flour and salt in processor. Add butter and shortening; using on/off turns, cut in until mixture resembles coarse meal. Add 2 tablespoons ice water and process until moist clumps form, adding more ice water by teaspoonfuls if dough is dry. Gather dough into ball; flatten into disk. Wrap in plastic and chill at least 1 hour.

Preheat oven to 400°F. Roll out dough on lightly floured work surface to 11-inch round. Transfer to 9-inch tart pan with removable bottom. Press dough onto bottom and up sides of pan. Pierce crust all over with fork. Freeze 10 minutes. Line crust with foil; fill with dried beans or pie weights. Bake crust 10 minutes. Remove foil and beans. Bake until crust is set and partially cooked through, about 15 minutes longer. Cool crust while making filling. Maintain oven temperature.

For filling:
Sauté bacon in medium skillet over medium heat until crisp, about 4 minutes. Transfer bacon to paper towels to drain. Add onion and pinch of sugar to drippings in skillet and sauté until onion is deep golden brown, about 20 minutes. Whisk cream, egg, egg yolk, pepper, salt, and nutmeg in small bowl to blend. Spread onion over bottom of baked crust; sprinkle bacon over, then cheese. Pour cream mixture over.

Bake until tart is puffed and filling is set, about 25 minutes. Cool tart on rack 10 minutes. Remove pan sides. Serve warm or at room temperature.

recipe from:Epicurious;

Muzik reviewz 1st one YYY's

2009-04-06T14:14:00.009-04:00

Hello all I have been taskedd with writing musical reviews for this webed site, as a preface I would like to bring out that all my reviews could be incredibly biased and or have nonsensical reasoning, I will try my best to avoid these tendencies but I am only human. First up the new Yeah Yeah Yeahs album It's Blitz! I would also like to preface this by saying I find Karen O incredibly attractive and It might affect my review score but I will try to make it honest as possible. As a fan of the YYY's and 07's isis ep I came into this new album expecting something along the same lines but It's Blitz is alot different than I expected, but not in a bad way. There is minimal guitar work and a lot of synths and dancieness. It's Blitz is basically one half dance/disco pop and the other half tv on the radio style indieness with the exception of Dull Life which a pretty standard YYY's rock song. Said song has pretty subdued guitar work when compared to previous albums, not enough bass or thickness like nick usually gets, I'm all for guitarists changing their setups to get different sounds but this just sounds like he took away an amp or two. As for the rest of the album Karen's vocals are the highlight, the synths are great to ok sounding, and brian when he does drum is pretty good. One of my favourties is Soft Shock, it's one of the better things they have done in their entire career, Karen's voice is excellent and the backwards synth/guitar is kool sounding, a ballad with an edge. Other highlights include runaway, shame and fortune, skeletons, and hysteric. It's Blitz could have been a little better but It's still pretty damn good so go buy it, or pirate it off the intranet, it's definitly worth a listen.
Zero 7
Heads Will Roll 7
Soft Shock 9
Skeletons 8
Dull Life 7
Shame And Fortune 8
Runaway 8
Dragon Queen 7
Hysteric 8
Little Shadow 7

Overall: 7.6/10

Sunday Comics! (thanks comics.com)

2009-04-05T11:43:00.002-04:00

A little plug, and a plee.

2009-04-04T23:14:00.004-04:00

So I'm just writting this little bit here to let anyone that reads this know about an up and coming website by a friend:

www.cheeseplug.com

It's apparently gonna be awesome. So bookmark it and check it out!

Also, if you have the time come visit the Big Ne.ws forums!

Click here to log in, or If you haven't registered well go on and introduce yourself.

Projects: Many things to come.

2009-04-03T11:07:00.003-04:00

Today I have some great announcements. So to lay it out in a list-ful fashion here they are:

++ BNB Ep2 is in the scripting phases. We should have it completed though by early may (Shooting for a May 1st release). Along side the new episode I am also wanting to get a website tweak, to give it a version 2 feel. Not sure if it will make it to the deadline but am trying.

++ Virtual Chef Reality's first album should be released soon. More details TBA.

++ After BNB Ep2 I will be editing and uploading random videos that haven't been touched since they were filmed. That will probably include some shorts and mainly events I've been in. Trips and the like. Expect those to be up by mid May.

++ I haven't forgotten about the paper! But am wondering if the blog is good enough for now. Getting on it daily has really helped my brain to kick into writing mode rather well, but the idea of coding a digital paper is baffling me. I'll be sure to keep everyone updated on how that goes. Just look forward to other things for now.

++ I am strongly considering updating the forum to phpBB's most recent version. But wondering if erasing the arcade/gallery/sudoku pages are worth that. Not going to happen yet, I'll be sure to alert everyone when and if it's going to happen.

I think I've covered all of Save The Sushi Entertainments 'to-do's'. If not I'll be sure to make an edit. As always if you have any questions or comments leave 'em below. goodday.

Extra Extra! (3)

2009-04-02T10:55:00.002-04:00

Project updates tomorrow, got some announcements. Yep.

[VIDEO:] BNB Ep2 'Behind the Scenes'

2009-04-01T20:57:00.005-04:00

Creme Brulee anyone?

2009-03-31T22:45:00.002-04:00

Rhubarb Creme Brulee!

For filling
2 pounds trimmed rhubarb
6 tablespoons granulated sugar, or to taste

For custard
5 large egg yolks
1/2 cup granulated sugar
1 3/4 cups heavy cream
1 teaspoon minced peeled fresh gingerroot
2 tablespoons turbinado sugar such as Sugar in the Raw

Special equipment: blowtorch YES! ahem...

Preparation

Preheat oven to 375°F. and butter a 13 x 9-inch glass baking dish.

Make filling:
Cut enough rhubarb crosswise into 1/4-inch slices to measure 6 cups and arrange in one layer in baking dish. Bake rhubarb, uncovered, in middle of oven, 1 1/4 hours. Transfer hot rhubarb to a bowl and stir in sugar until combined well. Cool filling. Filling may be made 2 days ahead and chilled, covered. Bring filling to room temperature before proceeding.

Reduce temperature to 325°F.

Make custard:
In a bowl whisk together yolks and granulated sugar. In a small heavy saucepan heat cream with gingerroot over moderately high heat until it just comes to a simmer. Add cream mixture to egg mixture in a stream, whisking, and skim off any froth.

Divide filling among six 3/4-cup flameproof ramekins and divide custard over filling. Put ramekins in a roasting pan and add enough hot water to pan to reach halfway up sides of ramekins. Loosely cover pan with foil and bake custards in middle of oven until just set but still trembling slightly, about 50 minutes. Remove ramekins from pan and cool custards on a rack. Chill custards, loosely covered with plastic wrap, until cold, at least 4 hours, and up to 2 days.

Just before serving, sprinkle 1 teaspoon turbinado sugar evenly over each custard and caramelize with blowtorch, moving flame evenly back and forth just over sugar (alternatively, broil custards under a preheated broiler set 2 to 3 inches from heat) until sugar is evenly melted and deep golden.

Day Out (wait its been a week 0_o)

2009-03-30T03:35:00.001-04:00

So this past week I've been in North Carolina visiting family and friends before my big return to school. College life will prove most awkward I am sure. But that does not deter me! I've registered for two classes (full time for a 7 week semester). Todays 'Day Out' will chronicle a day in North Carolina when I visited my best friend, Adam. Here we go:

The Reeces Poop From Target

So there it is (left). We found it randomly, the three of us. Amanda, Adam and Myself (grammar be damned) were just finished with a delicious lunch at Tony's Pizza and went across the street to walk around. In the Target, nestled among mounds of easter chocolate isles high, there it was. The biggest Reeces easter egg dookie I've ever seen. Once Adam laid eyes on it we knew we had to try it.

On the ride away from Target, towards our destination more formally known as 'La Casa De Brown' I was more than giddy. Mainly because I was drinking (hah joshing! *gun to head*). This thing, this pandora's box of what I could only assume was unequal, invocable flavor was at my feet in a white plastic bag. I could smell its intoxicating aroma with every fantasy my mind began running. I almost peed.
To the right is a photo of just how much goo-y 'peanut butter' was inside. Some homeless family could've eaten that thing for day's. I dare not imagine the individual capable of such digestion in one sitting (ok maybe Bruce Vilanch). We decided to split it amongst the three of us. Oh right Adam's brother Matt was at 'La Casa De Brown' upon arrival and so we decided to share (saint point increase!).
My bite to the left was so accurately depict-ant of how my brain thought that its uncanny. I was literally and horrifically scared by how delicious this Reeces egg poop was. I'm still amazed at how many time's I could taste both the peanut butter and the chocolate. Those geniuses should make a spaceship out of it so I could float in greatness. Becoming the peanut butter I lick from every crevice in my fingers prints.

wacha-whoat ?!

Sunday Comics! (thanks to comics.com)

2009-03-29T14:12:00.001-04:00

And I'm back from NC. Was a great trip.

Movies To Look Forward To:

2009-03-27T16:29:00.002-04:00

Just had a go-round apple.com's trailer section. These forthcoming few are the one's I really liked (Embedded from Hulu.com).

There were some others but embedding wasn't an option (The Edge of Love & Daytime Drinking).

Project Updates:

2009-03-27T11:53:00.000-04:00

Finally some real things to report! I've finished the editing of my sisters wedding and burnt it to disc (with a slight hick-up). Learnt a lot about mounting disc images and all of that confusing stuff. And to answer the question I am at the moment still in North Carolina. It's rather rainy and I'm suppose to film today. What joy! (:S)

Still on the to-do is:

++ Edit every other unfinished project on my computer. This includes documented footage of events that have happened as long ago as 2007. Shouldn't be as complex as the wedding video though so that I am eased about.

++ Redo the website. Mostly the navigation, trying to get rid of iFrames. Also looking at creating a couple more pages. This should be completed by mid-April/Beginning of May. That also includes making the Virtual Chef Reality page.

++ I am glad to announce the first Virtual Chef Reality music video. It will air with the Virtual Chef Reality page. A more specific date will be announced soon. The Virtual Chef Reality first album will be short to follow.

There are countless small things I need to do here and there. Things I've neglected for years but now finally have the time and focus to complete. I'm sure this part of the blog won't ever go away 0_0... I suppose that's a good thing, though.

Soon to NC

2009-03-17T13:41:00.000-04:00

So if you read the blog regularly (I somehow highly doubt anyone does) you'd of noticed I haven't exactly updated it in around, eh a week. I've been incredibly busy trying to figure out quite a few things. Here's what I've done so far though (with a little detail)

+My sisters wedding DVD. As of right now the dvd is being processed and burnt, which takes forever, especially with my old mac mini and its amazing 512mb of ram. But at least its COMPLETELY done, and only need to finish encoding (the most time consuming part of the dvd process). This was a big 'to-do' on my list, and needed to get done by by Thursday for Amanda and I's trip to North Carolina. But more on that later.

+Virtual Chef Reality. This sort of concept band that I'm involved in is getting better I think every step of the way. The first album [title to be announced shortly] will be completed sometime within a month, and we plan on having our first live show by the beginning of next year. This may seem like way to much of a gap for just a band to have a live show, but if you only knew what we had in store...

The Virtual Chef Reality website will be up probably in two weeks. I also plan on having a slight redesign of our main site (big ne.ws) to launch along-side it.

And onto the news of our trip! It's been a little over two months since Amanda and I have moved up to Michigan to pursue degrees and hopefully better ourselves for the ever slumping economy. The jobs we had before were stable, but paid very little and really we couldn't afford things that we really needed (like health insurance). So with degree's in hand we hope to have a hand up for jobs that at least put us at the bottom of middle class. Classes start this May, I'm a little anxious to say the least.

The trip to NC should be nice (sorry about rambling off track last paragraph). Seeing old friends and filming again, finally after all this time. David will be in for a couple days from England so we should be filming something. Also get to say hello to my sisters baby, Hunter, who from what I hear is a 'stinker'. Not sure what that implies but he sounds alright (babies do poo a lot I guess).

I don't think Amanda will be doing a recipe for this week either due to us having a sort of 'vacation' but she will be back on schedule next tuesday (while we're actually in NC) to deliver another bon apetite! (pretty sure that's spelled wrong -_-) I also will resume my normal daily posting, possibly as this being my comeback (Since the DVD is finally done). We'll see.

As always go post on the forums!

Holidayz

2009-03-17T08:48:00.001-04:00

Hello,

From everyone here in London with FDP and I'm sure Aaron with STSE, Happy St. Patrick's Day! Wear green and go out to the pub for a few rounds with the lads, celebrate some dude chasing all the snakes out of Ireland.

Have a good one!

-David/FDP

Sunday Comics! (thanks to comics.com)

2009-03-08T11:25:00.000-04:00

Before I get started with the comics I'd like say for anyone and everyone to post more on the forums already!

There was some other funny one's but the site is finicky 0_o... good-day!

Projects: Getting stuff done (Almost)

2009-03-06T10:50:00.000-05:00

So I've been scatter brained lately. Living in such a new environment is making it rather hard to focus. But good thing I have plenty to catch up on that is mainly just busy work! Anyway here's a short update on my top 3 'to-do' list items... things.

1. Sisters wedding video.
+++Left to do: Final cut of ceremony is half done. Reception still needs Final Cut... then onto final sound mixing. THEN dvd production. Scheduled finish date: Some time before March 20th.

2. Big Ne.ws Broadcast Ep2.
+++Left to do: Treatment is almost done. Still uncertain where we are going to shoot BNB Ep2. Also set design and lighting. Actual taping & then editing seems like the easy part at this juncture 0_o. Scheduled finish date: April 1st.

3. Virtual Chef Reality Web Page.
+++Left to do: Pretty much everything. Shouldn't take long to do once started though. Scheduled finish date: April 1st.

To update on the marionettes: The first one I did with Oils is still not dry. I'm thinking about spray painting it with clear coat to at least seal it. I'm updating how I connect my future marionettes. Still need to work on a newer version of the hand controls. My first go has my second marionette rather limited movement (perhaps the lengths aren't right on the string?). Also need a better way to fasten strings to marionettes body.

The website should also be getting a remake after BNB Ep2 is done (it may launch with its arrival) that will include a couple more pages. It should also do away with the iFrames that seem to be buggy and annoying to most users. Some of the schedules pages are 'Sound Stadium' and 'Web Acquaintance". Basically a page that archives our audio projects and a link page with a little more description as to who these links are and how they relate to Big Ne.ws.

On a more blog related issue, I've seen that the website gets the most traffic on wednesdays. Not sure if this is people finally getting bored enough at school or what-not. But that is still one of the days we don't really update the blog. Kyle if you're reading this get on some game reviews! (Screen caps would be nice too! (can use the image upload tool in blogger)). Lets hope we can get a couple more ideas for blog updates. Though I'm not sure how many people read the blog. I know its a good exercise in daily writing and keeps my brain thinking about all the projects at hand.

That should be all for now. If you're reading this from the blog page then head over to http://www.bigne.ws/ and say hello on the forums!

ARE YOU READY FOR PIZZA!?

2009-03-03T18:04:00.000-05:00

Well, this week I'm going to attempt making my own pizza from scratch. (excluding the sauce) So that means,oh yeah, time to make some dough. Pizza dough. uh huh.

Ingredients:

3/4 cup warm water (105°F to 115°F)
1 envelope active dry yeast

2 cups (or more) all purpose flour
1 teaspoon sugar
3/4 teaspoon salt
3 tablespoons olive oil

Preparation:

Pour 3/4 cup warm water into small bowl; stir in yeast. Let stand until yeast dissolves, about 5 minutes.

Brush large bowl lightly with olive oil. Mix 2 cups flour, sugar, and salt in processor. Add yeast mixture and 3 tablespoons oil; process until dough forms a sticky ball. Transfer to lightly floured surface. KNEAD dough until smooth, adding more flour by tablespoonfuls if dough is very sticky, about 1 minute. Transfer to prepared bowl; turn dough in bowl to coat with oil. Cover bowl with plastic wrap and let dough rise in warm draft-free area until doubled in volume, about 1 hour. PUNCH down dough. DO AHEAD Can be made 1 day ahead. Store in airtight container in refrigerator. ROLL out dough according to recipe instructions. (Start in center of dough, working outward toward edges but not rolling over them.)

now i just have to figure out some sweet toppings....

A Day Out 1: Breakfast at IHops

2009-03-02T10:51:00.000-05:00

So today I've decided to replace the 'Weekend Update' with something a little more inclusive and less vague. I simply take time throughout the weekend to try and sum up, via photos and text an event that happened. This weekends event, as you may have already guess is "Breakfast at IHops" (Though I really hope it wasn't to hard to guess that seeing as its the blog entry's title.)

It all began when I was sitting much like I am now, in-front of my computer screen typing away. A phone rang (my phone I might clarify) and it was none-other than the great William (No H. Macy but we can all dream.) He said 'Do you want to go to IHop with us for breakfast?" (Meaning with him and a family I've become accustomed to, The Yees. Though I don't think that's how the name is spelled.) I said 'Sure!" In retrospect this part of the story was probably unnecessary and boring. Sometimes you just have to fight the good fight.

Well so we get there and it's packed but lucky for us the Yee's (again, sry. dunno what to type) are already there waiting. So we take our seats. First the drinks come out and I feel a little tired. I decide to order a simple coffee. BAD MOVE. I promise you going to a 2 star hotel will net you better coffee. I tried to sweeten it with the 'hawt' sauce pictured right. Yes I said 'hawt'. Though Amanda and William called me gay and said she looked like a dude. I thought her beauty matched if not went above and beyond that of the raisin lady.

Anyway wrong move again. Hot Sauce in coffee just taste like hot sauce in coffee (vomits).
I must admit at this point I was feeling like maybe going to this 'establishment' was a mistake. I mean who screws up coffee that bad? (besides stupid customers with Hot Sauce). I had little hope for my food yet to come. And then I saw him enter and sit stage left. Across the room from us was the great and mighty FAT JOE.

Eh... so it probably wasn't Fat Joe. I didn't see him once pull up his pants (he did lean back a little). And where was all the spinning hoes and GATS? I digress. He seemed to enjoy the coffee here (maybe it melted some of the fat in his neck while it went down his throat to create some sort of creamy mixture) and reading what I can only assume is a free paper detailing how you can make money at home.

To summarize the food I got was well prepared. I would hope they wouldn't mess up a waffle (notice I said 'waffle' without any S's). It still was loaded with sugar and fats (which in most way's translates to "delicious") and made me feel tired and bloated. After eating it down rather fast (Cornsyrup covered strawberries rule) I got bored and decided to take some shots of the people at our table. I think if I remember correctly the first one is William and the second one is Ryan.

Well thats it for this 'Day Out' let me know what you think of this revision! (please don't chastise my love for the hawt sauce :( )

Sunday Comics! (thanks to comics.com)

2009-03-01T09:05:00.000-05:00

Extra Extra! (2)

2009-02-28T18:19:00.001-05:00

Playing Catch-Up

2009-02-27T21:01:00.002-05:00

Some photos from the pepper Soup (thank you amanda):

Sorry about the lack of updates. I've been scattered lately.

Chilled Red Bell Pepper and Habanero Soup

2009-02-24T19:10:00.000-05:00

I had to find something to use up the almost 1/4 of a pound of habaneros we bought earlier...

Ingredients

4 medium red bell peppers
2 pounds tomatoes
1 sweet onion (1/2 pound), chopped
2 garlic cloves, chopped
4 to 6 fresh habanero chiles, finely chopped (2 to 3 tablespoons), stems and seeds discarded
1/4 cup plus 2 tablespoons extra-virgin olive oil, divided
1 3/4 cups reduced-sodium chicken broth

Accompaniment:
Crackers, flatbread, or bread

preparation

Roast bell peppers on racks of gas burners over high heat (or on a broiler pan about 2 inches from broiler), turning with tongs, until skins are blackened, 10 to 12 minutes. Transfer to a bowl and cover with plastic wrap. Let stand 20 minutes. Peel, then halve lengthwise, discarding stems and seeds.

Cut a shallow X in bottom of each tomato, then blanch tomatoes in simmering water 20 seconds and transfer to an ice bath. Peel and coarsely chop, reserving juices.

Cook onion, garlic, chiles, 1 teaspoon salt, and 1/4 teaspoon pepper in 2 tablespoons oil in a 3- to 4-quart heavy saucepan over medium heat, stirring occasionally, until softened and pale golden, about 8 minutes. Add tomatoes with juices, bell peppers, broth, and 1/4 teaspoon salt and simmer, covered, until peppers are tender, about 5 minutes.

Purée soup in 2 or 3 batches in a blender (use caution when blending hot liquids), drizzling remaining 1/4 cup oil into first batch with motor running. Quick-chill soup in a metal bowl set in an ice bath, stirring often, 10 to 15 minutes. Season with salt.

Cooks' note:
Soup can be made 3 days ahead and chilled.

Weekend Update!

2009-02-23T17:16:00.001-05:00

Ah, the Oscars. That's pretty much all that's really happened over the weekend. Lately I've been helping (Along with William) Bill try and finish his upstairs room (it needed electrical, insulation and drywall). We've gotten through with electrical and most of the insulation and should be completing the room hopefully before summer. But who knows how that will go, it's sort of a 'do it as we go' thing.

Beyond that nothing to report on the STSE side of things. I'll be sure to make a post if something craaazy happens though -_-

Sunday Comics! (thanks to comics.com)

2009-02-22T09:01:00.000-05:00

Live in London

2009-02-22T08:31:00.000-05:00

Hey everyone,

Sorry about the delay. I was caught up yesterday in various things, forgot to log on here and say what's up.
Tuesday, the University is giving us some production equiptment to use for two days. Other than filming bits of the open-mic writer's night we're hosting Tuesday night, we're going to be filming a very, very short script I wrote (like five pages) between Tuesday afternoon and Wednesday morning. Most of it will be done in the middle of the night, so we can use shots in the city without pedestrian interference. In Greenwich, there's no one about around 4am on a Wedensday. The script is called A Writer's Fate. It's about a writer writing. Can't wait to fim it!

On a side note, I was able to download successfully Adobe Master Collection CS4, if you don't know what that is google it. It's a ton of professional creative industry software. I'll have to take some classes to be able to use the programs to their full potential. Premiere Pro CS4 is so much prettier than CS3.

Anyways, this is really short notice, and outside of class stuff that is what we have going on. Until next week, adjö STSE!

-David and FDP

Projects: Progression! (sort of)

2009-02-20T11:14:00.000-05:00

Ah, so I have been up to many things. One of which is this: (above) my first ever cardboard sculpture. Featuring luxurious 20 guage steel wire legs, mouth & antenna! I think I'm going to start making these at least once a week (glue guns are fun). If you want one let me know!

The top 3 "to-do's" still are:

1. Sisters wedding video.
+++Left to do: Final cut of ceremony and half of reception. Then onto final sound mixing. THEN dvd production. Scheduled finish date: Some time before March 20th.

2. Big Ne.ws Broadcast Ep2.
+++Left to do: Shooting draft of script. Set design and lighting. Actual taping & then editing. Scheduled finish date: April 1st.

3. Virtual Chef Reality Web Page.
+++Left to do: Pretty much everything. Shouldn't take long to do once started though. Scheduled finish date: April 1st.

My first marionette (which I ignorantly panted with oils) is almost dry. I will post pictures of him when he is assembled! I've also made one other marionette but will reveal him at a later date! (hah secrets!)

Extra Extra!

2009-02-19T18:02:00.000-05:00

(A new idea for what happens here on thursday):

Black Bean Burgers

2009-02-18T21:53:00.002-05:00

I do not like regular burgers very much. However, I have had black bean burgers in restaurants and they were delicious. So, I figured why not try to make my own? Here's the recipe:
Ingredients:

2 (14-ounce) cans black beans, rinsed and drained, divided
3 tablespoons mayonnaise
1/3 cup plain dry bread crumbs
2 teaspoons ground cumin
1 teaspoon dried oregano, crumbled
1/4 teaspoon cayenne
1/4 cup finely chopped cilantro
3 tablespoons vegetable oil
4 soft hamburger buns
Accompaniments: sour cream; salsa; lettuce

Preparation:
Pulse 1 can beans in a food processor with mayonnaise, bread crumbs, cumin, oregano, and cayenne until a coarse purée forms. Transfer to a bowl and stir in cilantro and remaining can beans. Form mixture into 4 patties.

Heat oil in a 12-inch heavy skillet over medium-high heat until it shimmers. Cook burgers until outsides are crisp and lightly browned, turning once, about 5 minutes total. Serve on buns.

Weekend Update.

2009-02-16T22:34:00.000-05:00

Hah! I bet you thought I wasn't going to post today! Well you're wrong. So... here I go. Posting away (Really not much to talk about today 0_0).

First off I've almost successfully completed my first marionette. Its a dude with a sweet 3-piece suit. I wasn't aware at the time but apparently using an oil based paint isn't the best of ideas because it doesn't really dry all that well. Needless to say he's hanging in the paint drying bar I've outfitted until he's no longer moist. But as soon as he's put together I'll post some photo's!

I never really realized how fun and easy it is to sculpt with Super Sculpey. I've found some odd things around the house to aid in tooling the clay (a fingernail pick, actual toothpicks) and my first go around turned out alright. I didn't spend too much time in crafting him because I wasn't exactly sure how it would work with baking him and drilling the holes for the hooks. But now that I've seen it can work I believe my next marionette will be quite good.

That's pretty much the gist as of late, doing tid-bits here and there. I forget what my other projects are at the moment. Still tooling away at my sisters wedding video (it'll get done one-a these days!). Other than that the website and videos have been on hold until things get a little cleared up and the weather gets better.

Now lets hope I can finally land a little job and save up some dough! Leave some comments people (how ru??)

Sunday Comics! (thanks to comics.com)

2009-02-15T15:09:00.001-05:00

Again thank you David for your post yesterday. Now on to Sunday comics!

Live from London

2009-02-14T08:32:00.000-05:00

Hello ladies and gentlemen,

We're not really live from London. Well, we are in London, and we are writing right now but by the time you read this it won't be live anymore. It will have been live here, or then in your case, so technically I suppose we could put "live", but then it would sort of be misleading someone to think, "oh, crap this thang is live! Dank!" And then they would discover the truth and think, "Ah, those European douchebags fooled us again (assuming there was a first time, though this isn't necessary because there probably wasn't a first time. Maybe we can omit the word "again". But then this parenthese wouldn't be necessary, and since we've taken the time to write it we may as well leave it in there. Hmm), I can't believe we fell for it!" So this is quite the predicament then. Anyways.
This is the beginning of out Saturday updates from your friends across the pond (I thought about writing "izzle" after pond so it said "pondizzle" but decided against it. Thought you might like to know)! Unfortunately, after having just consumed a large portion of Indian food from the buffet in town, our brains are entirely too fried to even think about what has been up in Europe lately. There was a ton of snow last week that completely shut down the transport system. That was quintessentially good, bad, and meaningless. We missed class, which sucked, but alternatively built snowmen and hurled snowballs at young Dutch children walking down the road. We had an open-mic writer's night at the student bar Tuesday, which turned out about thirty people. It was a wonderful time, hopefully I (David) will have the opportunity to host one when I'm home in March. We're advertising more of them, and have prospects of double the turnout next time.
We've been working on some short scripts we're going to attempt to see produced soon, and one significanly larger one that we are opting University support from on the equiptment side of life. They have some pretty sweet cameras.
We will be sending Aaron various pieces to be filmed, as well as hopefully be working on some collaboration projects in the coming months. We shall see.
Well, I can't think anymore. I must rest or something. Happy Valentines Day everyone, kiss your significant others for us, or if you don't have a significant other then kiss someone somewhat less significant for us. Take care, and adjö!

-David, FDP and London

p.s. this is no longer live!

Projects: busy 0_0

2009-02-13T22:51:00.000-05:00

So this past week has felt like a blur (note the past two days of no post! eek). In which time I (and a fellow friend) got some awesome things in the mail. The biggest item being: an axiom 49. And I'm just now realizing how endless electronic instruments are (the internets amaze me). I also got some little kits that taught me how to solder onto circuit boards (which I think I'm rather good at now). I've also downloaded a couple electronic instruments (the imposcar is pretty sweetz).

Things still on the 'to-do' list:

+ Sisters Wedding video (editing) & dvd.
+ Big News Broadcast Episode 2.
+ Virtual Chef Reality web page.

I'll keep the list to three for the sake of not sounding too ambitious, though knowing my brain power even three items probably are 0_o. Anyway, sorry about the lack of blog post. Should be back on track as of today!

Recipe Numero Two: Mango Habanero Sauce!

2009-02-10T14:24:00.000-05:00

For this second recipe, I thought I'd do one that my brother, William, has been wanting to try for a long time: Mango Habanero Sauce! Sounds good right? Hopefully. Well let's get to the ingredients!

Ingredients:
1 tablespoon vegetable oil
4 Mangoes, peeled and diced
1/4 cup onion chopped
1 dried habanero chile (we have regular non-dried ones to use...hopefully that won't screw it up too much)
1/4 cup lemon juice
1/4 cup ketchup
3 tablespoons sugar

Preparation:

Heat oil in a small saucepan, add mangoes, onions, and habanero chile. Cook until onions are soft and translucent. Add the lemon juice, ketchup, and sugar, stirring until the mixture comes to a boil. Reduce heat and simmer for 30 minutes. Remove from heat, and let the sauce cool. Next, blend the sauce in a blender or in my case, a food processor until it has attained a smooth consistency. Season with salt and pepper. (if you wish...)

Alright so, sounds simple enough, hopefully I will get to attempting it today! Nanda out!

Weekend Update!

2009-02-09T20:21:00.000-05:00

This weekend was busy.

wE ArE rObOt cybOrg chEfs.

Sunday Comics (Thanks to: www.Comics.com)

2009-02-08T09:35:00.000-05:00

From My HD:

2009-02-07T21:44:00.001-05:00

So today I've decided to share some random photos from my hard drive. Lately I've been trying to clear up space for the soon to be 'film season' (anytime but winter). And have come across some fun shots.

Projects: (Feat. A Recipe Update!)

2009-02-06T17:14:00.000-05:00

First off, some photos taken of the Recipe 'in-action' as of the day before yesterday:

Now onto the main part of todays post: Projects. I have set aside fridays as a day for an update of sorts. See while on the surface of this website it may seem like I don't do much, or perhaps only do creative things as a hobbie, I am really trying constantly to bring forth to the masses a sort of carnival of originality in any medium possible. Lately I've been dabbling in the idea of creating a video game(which will remain unnamed for legal reason (for now)). And also at some more shorts!

The video game will be released to PC and hopefully xBox 360. I'll be sure to let you know more about it when I can.

Second thing to bring forth is the advent of Big News Broadcast Ep2, which should be here within a month. Also coming:

The First Digital Big News Paper (March '09).
A New Short: Currently Untitled (April '09).
A New Section To The Site: Audio Hub (TBA).

Lets hope next friday I can spurge a little more information on all of these up and coming projects. Until then, see you tomorrow for something (Not quite sure what it will be yet).

Movies Im Looking Forward To:

2009-02-04T22:07:00.001-05:00

Click to goto apple.com/trailers/whateverwhichmovieitis
Tokyo!
Year One
Watchmen

Today was rough.

Recipe Time! (hopefully)

2009-02-03T13:15:00.000-05:00

Sooo, Aaron has asked me to find a recipe to make once a week and chronicle it in this blog. Hopefully I will be able to find a good one that I don't have to buy a lot of weird ingredients for. So I've been looking through a lot of recipes and I think I found one that sounds good. I just hope I can get the ingredients somehow. If not maybe someone else can and tell me how it went! :/ Well anyway, without further adue, here it is, my pick for the week:

Farmhouse Butternut Squash Soup

Ingredients:
4 bacon slices
4 garlic gloves, chopped
1 teaspoon caraway seeds
2 pounds butternut squash, peeled, seeded, and chopped
1/2 pound chopped carrots
1 Granny Smith apple, peeled, cored and chopped
3 thyme sprigs
2 Turkish bay leaves, or 1 California
3 1/2 cups reduced-sodium chicken broth
2 cups water
1-1 1/2 teaspoons cider vinegar

Preparation:

Cook the bacon until crisp, then set it aside on some paper towels to drain the excess grease.

Add garlic and caraway seeds to fat in pot and cook, stirring occasionally, until the garlic is a pale golden color. Now add the squash, carrots, apple, thyme, bay leaves, broth, water, 3/4 teaspoon salt, and 1/2 teaspoon pepper and boil, uncovered until the vegetables are tender, or about 15-20 minutes. Remove the thyme and bay leaves unless you want to eat them...in which case you are weird and/or a rabbit. Alright, next step.

Puree about 4 cups of the soup in a blender until smooth. The recipe notes you may have to do this in batches so you don't freak out your blender. So after you puree all the soup you return it to the pot and season it with salt and pepper along with the cider vinegar. (ha! you thought they forgot an ingredient didn't you!? nope...there it is! whoa snap!) And now you serve it in lil soup bowls for people..and sprinkle some of your bacon on top of each one because bacon is yummy. XD

Alright so hopefully I'll get to actually making this...I'll have to probably talk some people into helping me so that I can maybe get some help buying squash and what not...doo doo doo.

alright, and so no one gets mad I will post where I found this recipe.

Personal Journal: Weekend In Review

2009-02-02T12:59:00.000-05:00

So as you are reading this you probably realize I've decided to update the blog now on a regular basis. The exact schedule is still being figured out but expect in the future some sort of content every day. (Really trying to get more people on the site and forum if you can't tell. If you know of people that would want to chat then link them!)

Friday: Nothing to big to talk about here. Most of it is a daze. I figured out how to set up the blog so that I could post from my ipod on the go. Which is nice but a little tedious with a mobile device (You try writing out paragraphs with tiny buttons). I guess it goes to show how the news become the old. My little brother sure can type out a text but I'd take the behemoth block of a keyboard anyday.

Saturday: All of my day saturday was spent editing my sister Abbys wedding video. Suffice it to say I have plenty of work left to do on that project, I was able to get a lot of it on its way to completion. It is by far the largest amount of footage I've ever edited, weighing in at over 3 hours 20 minutes. I've so far whittled it down to 2 1/2 hours, and hope to get it under the 2 hour mark for the final cut. Lets hope I can get that done with my brain still intact. Amanda all the while was cleaning various areas in 'The Gadwell Estate' (It's actually just a house but shhh) Later in the day was exciting! We watched Iron Chef (a daily ritual) and later some Mythbusters and SNL. I must say you don't realize how much you like nerdy channels until you actually get the chance to watch a few. With the Science Channel, Discover, Food Network... a guy could really get fat quick. I just remember 'Worn at the superbowl, Kneepads!' (wait that was friday night on Conan)

Sunday: The day of the big game. Yeah the superbowl. I don't much care for the game itself but the film equipment they use has me oozing at the screen. I also enjoy watching the commercials, though this years tid-bits were a little stupid. A couple of good ones though:

The biggest thing for me sunday (television wise) was the hour long office episode that followed the game. It was the funniest episode of the show to date (to me anyway). I really hope this means the upcoming season will keep going with this momentum.

Well check back again tomorrow for some more information on something in some way. As my schedule busies I am hoping to have more interesting post. See you on the side that has been flipped.

Feature: Sunday Comics (Thanks to: www.Comics.com)

2009-02-01T11:14:00.000-05:00

A test

2009-01-30T15:26:00.001-05:00

This is a test to see how posting from a mobile device may function for future post. This is only test.

Honorable Mention

2009-01-27T08:17:00.001-05:00

Hey everyone, (Aaron don't kill me)

David here. If you guys want to write for Big News London, please send any contributions to bignewslondon@hotmail.co.uk. Most of you know the drill, and indeed please feel free to take license on the European aspects of this project. Anything from "Letters from the US" to "What Makes America", or something hopefully even better, send it up! Nothing is official yet, but it will be eletronic for the time being as will the original Big News!. We're taking all comers.

Feel free to check out the www.freedominanceproductions.com website for information on STSE's little brother. Some projects are being tossed up in the air right now, and either Aaron or myself will eventually catch one of them and then we will have a pretty collaboration project coming soon. Keep your eyes OPEN...
As an aside, please feel free to contact me with any ideas/suggestions. And if you're going to be in the UK, or Europe anytime soon then look me up! (I'm not really in the book, so it's better if you call/email : )

Well, that's about it for now. Adjö, friends!

-David

The site is finally done!

2009-01-24T17:56:00.000-05:00

So here it is on record at last! or... wait whatever I'm finally finished! The scanning is all scanned, the coding is all coded and just as my fingers were about to declare civil war on other less mentionable parts of my body (sad). First things first if you aren't reading this through the new site (www.bigne.ws/09/) <-then click on that link.

I've brought most if not every (and some new/old) video and formatted it via flash so that more people have access to them. I've also brought out a flash song player so you can reminisce about the old days or laugh at how dumb we sound (either way its worth a listen!). And the digital paper, something I am most excited about!

At the moment the only papers available to view are those that we've already done. Just scans. But its a complete archive that took me many, many hours and I hope you enjoy it! The first actual digital paper should be available by mid march (possibly sooner).

So I ask now that you come and test out all there is to see and hear. Let me know via comment how you like things and also if anything isn't working properly (dead link? let me know!).

Ambitious Blind People and The Inescapable System

2009-01-16T12:51:00.000-05:00

What aridity. It has been stretched like putty to its thinnest extent, neither allowing the necessary awareness an adult should understand to be seen through its glossy elongation, nor obscuring it; proving the foolishness of an unlucky many. With Kant’s enlightenment glaring them in the face, I find myself faced with doubt when regarding a particular lot of my university peers to realize themselves. It’s as though they missed something along the line; they continued, in a rebellious engagement with their perceptions of others all while forgetting about their own. We all project the social arena; as adults, it is but a stage or an arena, a field or a ring. We know the game, or the production, and understand well our abilities and boundaries within it. This allows us to maintain control of our surroundings, and awareness of environment; but it is when we begin to convince ourselves that we can justifiably and righteously manipulate and conduct the abilities and boundaries of other’s in that social setting that we inhibit our ability to grow. Furthermore, we become shallow, and pushy; arrogance can surely confide itself soon after we have decided what the showroom floor will look like. And it is this very same immaturity that Kant speaks of, that we overcome with our footsteps into inquisition! For many, it is much easier to forfeit the struggle with these ambitious blind people and maintain themselves illusively, only appearing submissive to appease a confrontation with the aggressive nature of their foolishness. But it is only for so long, and to a punished extent, that this appeasement can continue. And nevertheless, there are many who are unwilling to compromise their personal maintenance in the social arena, who will not permit another being the delusion that they have influential dominance over everyone else in that setting. I must be modest; I am the latter, for it is a difficult plate for me to swallow that I should sheepishly conform to the fantasy that these people maintain, in that their rules of the game are what can only be. It more fundamentally not my being that is against the grain; rather, it is their refusal to abide by these unstated practices (whether by simply being feeble minded or perhaps just unaware) that the conflict begins. This is not to say that unconventional methods of participating in society should be scrutinized and obliterated. It alternatively suggests that if one is to attempt at manipulating, or influencing, or affecting the society altogether, one must not only be able to have all participants agree, without illusion, that they will come along into this new transcendent set of rules, but also be willing to adapt to the unpredictability of such a newly established frontier.
It is, then, questionable to me, how perpetuated Kant’s ‘enlightenment’ can become. The proverbial mould of existence and our progression through it (by vehicle of time) appears to come with a healthy amount of foresight; we all adhere already to the abundance of hindsight. This realization precedes the inevitable endeavour of exiting said realized system. But, that reminds us of the concept of the system altogether. If this practice of realization is to be encouraged, and emphasized, in an evolving system, would it then not become an incorporated system itself? There is now a percentage of beings becoming realized to their reason, sapere aude, and then exiting the primary facets of the system only to enter into a whole new set. And this is applied on a broader scale, especially when groups exit systems. As discussed earlier, it is when the counter-culture exited from the rest of the capitalist system. It then became incorporated within itself to be counter-culture, exiting in the same kind of patterns that one would live under while still within that capitalist system. It’s a trade-off; you give up one system for another. Whilst exiting one system to enter another, one is still engaged with a system; it is simply a system that one uses to get to another. Thus, it is ever possible to actually reach enlightenment and exit every system altogether? I am sceptical.

First of the year...

2009-01-15T10:24:00.000-05:00

So a lot has changed since I lat posted in the blog. First big thing: the move. Amanda and I are now located in the rustic cold of Livonia, Michigan. Amanda's home town, Livonia is actually a pretty decent place. We plan on being here for a little while, hopefully able to obtain degrees in our desired studies. Amanda is going for culinary arts and I am going for writing. And if this post and those of the past have anything to say its that I kinda need schooling in the subject.

As far as Big Ne.ws the site: it's currently on schedule for a mid february release. The forum is still up and running so if you'd like to join come on over: click to redirect there. Expect more updates here and on the site since the move. I've got a good bit of free time and my brain finally has some breathing room (at the moment its a little freaked out).

A New Video (and info).

2008-09-05T20:39:00.000-04:00

The last two weeks have been a rather up and down affair, to sum them up. If I'm not busy filming and editing or working and cleaning around the house; to sitting around with friends and just taking it easy. I haven't had too much time to think. let alone write. And I've missed it.

I think the last time I wrote in here was over a couple months ago. And a lot has changed. I started many projects and most were canceled. And plenty more were created and finished. To speak in detail: I had planned to create a small video game to put on the site that covered the story of a character I drew up a long time ago. But, due to the software limitations I've decided to wait until I can learn Flash. I've also put a hold on the Talk Show until I move.

Oh that's right you may not know! I am moving to Michigan come the new year, hopefully to get my brain back into writing mode so that I can really get something done. Sure these shorts I do are fun and the whole filming environment is a blast but the more and more I think about the more it feels that I am no director or actor. I'm a writer. And I need to perfect my craft. But I'm rambling.

The move up should be rather nerve racking to say the least. I feel so weird moving in with Amanda's family. Mainly because they'll be taking care of us until jobs are acquired. Which may take a while with Michigan's current economy. I know Amanda really wants to go back to school though so that should be good for her. I really hope it all works out. And that her parents really are ok with us living there. I guess there's only one way to find out?

Man. I think I'm really rambling. Onto the video we did over a week or so ago! It's titled 1-800-DATE-ME #1, and is in the format of those goofy tapes people make to try and get dates. Check it out on you tube here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=velcePJ0gqc

Well now my mind has left me. Perhaps that will be good enough for now. Leave a comment if you're up to it!

A little information.

2008-06-25T20:10:00.001-04:00

So I thought I'd update here with some new information about the site and a little bit of what I've been up to lately. I hope everyone has gotten used to the new site look, I know its rather bare at the moment. But more will come oh loyal ones :)

First thing, the Big News Paper is going to be digital. I've decided this after much debate in my mind of my current financial situation and think it best. It will be formated as a .pdf and able to view or download from the site. With a tutorial on how to set up your printer to print it out if you so desire.

Secondly, A group page is in the works. Expect it up some time around July in completion. I'm debating rather to have new interviews or to scratch that whole idea. Leave a comment and tell me what you think!

Thirdly, The talkShow of The Century will be up and running this summer, as promised. Expect a more detailed update on it soon as I'm still... getting the details on it myself

and last but not least, I'm working on a solo project expected to be out by September. I'm just going to leave it at that.

Leave your thoughts or just let me know whats on your mind in a comment. Goodday!

Layout updated!

2008-06-13T09:52:00.000-04:00

So yesterday afternoon I remembered something I had seen a long time ago and after a little googling was able to find, download, edit and implement it into the website. It's pretty much exactly what needed to happen for the site be able to grow without causing tons of clutter and so far I'm really happy with it.

You know what I'm talking about! the new movable window with tabs that can also be minimized! The great thing about it is it remembers where you put it last and if you had it open or closed so its like your own personal layout. Later on I'll be coding new windows for the new content were creating, such as the Big News Paper and the Talkshow Of The Century.

So I hope you enjoy the new layout and stay tuned for more updates, and info on when the content will be available!

A new pace for news.

2008-06-09T09:42:00.000-04:00

I'm sure most of the people that know about Save The Sushi also know about this blog, so I thought I'd just start using it for news related tidbits that involve the site. Most of the entries involve mentioning it anyway, so why not kill two birds with one stone?

Also, this allows for more than just me to be author in the sites news, which is rather nice. Brandon, Dave, Adam or katy: if you'd like to have the ability to do so let me know.

Hope everyone is enjoying the new layout of the site. I've enjoyed making it and think it will serve the purpose of Save The Sushi Entertainment than the last couple versions have.

You'll notice that at the moment the only three things you can do on the site are 1) Watch our videos. 2) Read our blog and/or 3) Read/Post in the forum. Later on I will be introducing new ideas to the site that I've never mentioned before and some things I have will finally come into play. So stay tuned. I plan on being active here more than ever before.

Well, this has been ingored.

2008-05-25T13:32:00.000-04:00

To be honest a lot of what I used to do has been ignored. Like it never existed in the first place. Me? Make films? pffts. Music, Magazines?! Websites?!?! PAINTINGS?!?! who is this guy. Not me. But I can see from artifacts that this was once my life.

Writing in blogs and being creative. What the hell happened to me? Have I finally become the fish out of water?...that somehow survived to become some sort of zombie fish that enjoyed the dry heat like a suicidal pastry?! I don't know anymore.

I come to this blog out of a, well a rather routine boredom that seems to hit only when I have time to do something. Life has never been easier in the respects of I'm eating and sleeping and able to pay bills. But the drive is gone. Ok so its really still there, but my focus and willpower are no-where to be found! I need someone to come to my house and give me a good shake.

Vigorous Pandemonium And The Guinness Sausage

2008-03-27T21:15:00.000-04:00

I’ve heard a lot of strange music these past few weeks, and months. Music neither that I thought existed nor that I ever would guess I could enjoy. Furthermore, it’s as though I’ve never ever really had a musical experience, which has always been the primary reason in discerning what and why it is I listen to something. The experience, the sensation; the glorious feeling you get when you close your eyes and those vibrations relax your tense nerves. Or rather, something that throws all your most calm moments into a vigorous pandemonium, the arsonist of some solitary gazebo, confined in what was only thought to be perfect nirvana. Such conductors make for an eventful evening in the performance of the work at your local venue, or perhaps a few hours within the safety of a home stereo. My personal favorite is the automobile; find me rolling around upon one-ton tires and moving so conspicuously you would think I was mad. But friends, I am not; I am rather enjoying the bathing of such blithe air, and drinking such a refreshing beverage of my personal satisfaction. How cold; how marvelous it tastes.
It’s been over a week since I’ve been home now. We took a day to return, spending half in the sky and the rest wasting away to boredom. I reviewed college literature while my mother stewed for a cigarette. It was a grand time when one had such free liberty to smoke upon whatever situation for which they cared. I don’t smoke, but I know how deprivation to desire from a simple personal characteristic can feel. I myself would be so lucky, I suppose. Nonetheless, we are now home and comfortable once more. The trip was a long haul across the pond, especially for my mother. She has never left the country before, and least expected her own son to have treated her with such disdain. I love my mother; unfortunately, we know each other too well that it plays against our favors. We accomplished many a thing, though.
We saw Stonehenge, an eight thousand year old tourist trap. Fellow ladies and gentlemen, someone thousands of years ago said “Guys…guys! Let’s arrange these insufferably heavy rocks in this absurd pasture so that hundreds of generations from now, our ancestors may become very wealthy. People from all over will pay whatever to see it!” no, but it was awesome. I took some fantastic photographs; hopefully you can make it over to my photo’s to see them. I took a lot of great pictures, actually. We went to the world’s largest St. Patrick’s Day celebration in London, which was a blast. There was a parade with a lot of strange marchers; you can once more review my photo section to see some of them. We had a “Guinness Sausage” and drank a lot of Guinness. I received a free hat in lieu of this feat! It was fun. We went to Big Ben and saw all the touristy stuff, and I finally tried Indian food. It’s delicious, friends.
I decided on the University of Greenwich. I also am going to try to live off campus. As enticing as the glamorous life of partying is, I’d rather have a quiet place of my own to get away from the roars of embellished drinking binges. Besides, I want to have many of you come stay with me while I am living there, and this may be a cheaper way for broke blokes to come visit. Anyways, I also changed my course. After speaking with directors and teachers in the humanities department, I decided that media writing might be a more practical practice in which I should study. I will have more experience with screen and performance writing, and yet I can do my print journalism studies as well as multimedia production. This really could earn me a return on my investment into myself, I think that with the production skills required for a lot of the writing I want to do, I could really do some damage in different media markets. I really want to do some stage writing so I may study drama as a minor next semester, performance writing for all different venues is truly where my heart lies.
There are other reasons Greenwich will be perfect. The Olympics will be in London in 2012, so this will be a media hotspot for the next few years in preparation leading up to the events. Also, around nine of the events will be on the actual campus facilities, leading to a closer view of the setup. This will be a good opportunity to meet future connections. Kiera Knightly lives in Greenwich and often talks to the media and drama students about film aspects and acting advice. Supposedly you can see her walking around when she’s home, which is pretty cool. The London Trinity College of Music is on the same campus I am, which means I will be not only serenaded on my morning walk to class with cellos and violins, but also I will have the opportunity to meet and work with a lot of musicians, which could lead to the success of some of my real aspirations about creating a global touring performance. This is the most important thing to me, besides where I live, finances, and the actual education.
Well, I suppose now it’s time to find a job. I’ll be here at least for the remaining five months, perhaps a few in Connecticut. I’ll be doing some writing for Big News, as well as we’ll be finishing up some projects as well as doing a lot of filming before I leave. Hopefully we can have a few side videos in addition to a primary project that would be more than fifteen minutes long. I say, hopefully.
Well, you know where to find me. I wish you all the best in your journeys and travels. Much due respect and love to the many who persist to support radical people and their writings. Take care, friends.

Much love from the one who loves the most,

David McDonagh

The Marathon

2008-02-28T00:18:00.000-05:00

And so it has trickled down to this, a deprivation simmers upon a perpetual bliss that begs for twenty-three more hours. Well, here I am and so terribly committed, the seat so fitted to host my long coming slumber. I have never fallen asleep in Denny’s before, but then I have also never written a weblog in one before either. These are new days for new ways I spend my time, and I spend it not asleep. Today is Thor’s Day, and it is rounding the fortieth hour I have been awake without sleep. What was wanted for a competition I call so preferably a standing marathon for two companions and myself to spend sixty hours of time awake. Twenty-three hours left leave me with more hope, and not just because I am a two thirds of the way there; but also because I boasted that I could not do it. This may seem perhaps very frivolous to all of you many who may have matched, or even surpassed this event, intentionally or not. This is a landmark for me, something I can look back on and say, “Hey…guys! That was completely pointless; but we stuck with it!” I promise you, people of the paper; I shall prevail.
Things have become perhaps more real these last few days than they usually would seem. I suppose I have a vain, routine idea of the world in which I live, but lately I seem to have broken this pattern in delight. It could be how rapidly the motion is set for things to change in the staples that keep my daily pages together; Adam is moving to Oregon via the Oregon Trail Road Trip 2008 in a week and a half. Aaron and Amanda are moving slightly farther than the currently convenient location in which they inhabit; a murky thirty minutes. My brother shall perhaps be moving to the coast of our beloved North Carolina, and my Mom shall be changing jobs for the first time in quite awhile to either a hospital in Charlotte, which shall invoke a commute, or employment in Florida; provoking a move. Yikes.
And of course my English endeavors shall not be overlooked. In two weeks I fly to London to look at the schools and decide on which one is perfect for the next three years. And if it isn’t what I expect it to be, I suppose I shall have to look to another catalogue of possibilities. I am not as worried as I should be, or as I would imagine myself. I am very calm, actually. It doesn’t scare me in the least sense that I shall be moving four thousand miles away from my very sporty comfort zone here in Mooresville, North Carolina. I only hope that I can push myself here before I leave, otherwise the move shall be worthless. If I cannot be productive here, how could I be so crass to think I would there? I think I’m going crazy. Could be the move, could be the lack of coffee, or it even possibly could be that I’ve been awake for two days. I am unsure.
Well, my update is short this very, very early morning. Please feel free to edit the adequate amounts of false information in this post. Not that you can. Ha-ha! Just kidding. But seriously, shut the hell up!
So long, old and new friends.

Much love from the one who is so very tired,

David McDonagh

The Burning Light

2008-02-09T17:32:00.001-05:00

The older I get the more I become witness to the stereotypes revealed to my younger self. Perhaps a very blue sky blotched with absurd clouds and their intimate formations as the one I am currently viewing. I have never seen such a sky! It is almost as though it isn't real, as though there is some gargantuan screen performing a grand scene, but nothing more than pixilated film. I have heard and read, even seen pictures of this particular portrait, but I am unsure if I have ever actually seen and considered it. If it all, I may now and rest in it's shadow forever to continually free the reality from its adolescent chamber. Dwelling there became this character, sort of some natural incubator in which the burning light melts the image to its proper state. I am molded, and drying if you will; the light is no longer as hot, and in a few days may be switched off to let my own fire burn. And my, hot it may! I find more to this sky than a simple amusement, perhaps another mimic in with which I may entice a younger man than myself. I only hope I will teach; I only hope to help, I do suppose.
But there is another pending matter, pressing upon my mind to pressure my schedule for review. Here am I, a year almost older and another almost over in the middle of this ending decade. To wonder as to what sort of banquet I would attend on such a night is rather innocuous, I think that I will let these last five days play themselves; for indeed, it is the final of my childhood, a very absolute day in which my responsibilities become exactly that; my own. I want to look at the sky more days in adulthood, not that I may have earned it, but that I might; and not only to secure the grander scene for myself, hopefully that I could procreate and become it a little more with a child. How I will love to be a father, indeed. But anyway, it is a good thing that I tie in another recorded year of life. I am but another page in another file; a bland cabinet in a bleak basement, darkened and waiting for light. Someone will find me, but I only hope an angel that refuses document and dances under such blue skies I could only dream of, locked away under "M", "MC" and eventually "MCD". So what if I should be released by beauty, I cannot myself emit such a glare so I shall rather focus prominently upon one, and embed its own grace on my finger.
This past week has been an interesting one. Josh has become a midnight baker at the local Panera bread, where his shift begins and ten and ends at six. Twice I have trampled my morning floor with lead feet and even heavier eyes to meet him for coffee at Denny’s. Both mornings I have done this have provided extraordinarily productive days, and I am eager to attend more with him. We also have begun a weekly trip to Value Village in efforts to gain insight and purchase the treasure that is others’ trash. Specifically, this past week I found a small coffee and espresso cup set. A very good buy, indeed!
Well, the coming week I can only pray for more. I’ll have an interesting week, for sure. Farewell!

Kind Regards,

David McDonagh

The Mime of Some Falshood Member

2008-01-25T17:57:00.000-05:00

A more courteous day would allow me to fill more than one page with thoughts, however these late are terribly rude! I wake up in the morning, perhaps early or in every case, much later than I would hope, and try to slip into some kind of frivolous routine; this provides me with little output in consideration to literature. It’s a more consuming ambition fulfilled with a major lack of devotion. Perhaps more specifically television, sleeping, and peer community. Also comes my strict desire to my more spiritual tendencies, another way in which output has become stagnant. The only consistent thing in my life is coffee. Man, I love coffee! It’s not necessarily one of those stereotypical loves, in which I like it because it is easily liked; it’s more of a personal relationship. Yes, I am fully admitting that I, David McDonagh, have a relationship with my coffee. That’s more than you’re willing to admit!
Perhaps we should return to the idea of what I’m trying to explain, which is this; how come we are compelled to compulsion, disregard devotion, and then claim it to be passion? A false phenomenon, happening on a very constant basis among young people through different vices, and heeding absolutely no room to stretch, perhaps in lieu of growth. I am becoming more consistent with things beyond the words I speak, the tales I try to teach fools, including myself. Who am I trying to convince when I speak, the audience or myself? Well, one would hope that if I am bothering to orate the subject that I have at least a very intrinsic regard to the matter, however when I begin to reconsider things I take a very different approach; one where I come to think that I am trying to convince myself by justifying it to others, who may or may not know whatever it is I’m talking about well enough to throw me out of my own naval. This is a disgusting method to portray, I am more than this weak insecurity; I’m not the mime of some falsehood member, I don’t pay dues to its’ club and nor do I claim its’ properties!
I suppose the best habit I could slip into is a peace with myself while in the world. If I can make my own tent in this marshland, then perhaps one day I could find solid granite ground, upon which I would build a marvelous home. I hope you could attend my warming party; there will be a grand banner and golden goblets for the water we will drink! Again, this is all in temporary for my tent. I am soon completed with it. But then, would I toast to my departure from such a childish state; or would I boast about my glamorous journeys to come? You know, I would pray that I would praise, and give a higher recognition not to myself, but perhaps the big guy upstairs who could make it happen. I am yet eternally thankful.
Thus, does this mean I want to live under a tent? Not necessarily. I don’t think that my foundation, or earth’s, will ever be enough to satisfy the pressure such a fortress the Lord would build with me. But then, I think that I am going to pressure more the current swamp I occupy, to perhaps travel the many wetlands of the world. And I do know there to be many, for they are many you would find trampling around this land; they are the easier because they are a better truth than any fanciful plaza, or expensive market. “Come to us for the best,” their signs would say, “we’ve already cleaned the mess; you’ve no work left but for business law and medical school, don’t you know money is the only way to happiness, its man’s only rule!”

Much love from the one who loves the most,

David McDonagh

Heirloom On The Look Of Earth

2008-01-20T14:10:00.000-05:00

It’s too bad for winter. That was a season I really loved; a time when things moved a little bit slower, and people were always a little bit nicer. Winter was a cozy suicide, where your perpetual reincarnation came with the sun’s warm return in late March. For a few months, at least, you feasted seemingly endlessly through the burrowed holidays, nested under a blanket of joy. And how, the snow! I remember when I was young, a mere heirloom on the look of earth, tripping and falling into the pillowed ground, where I found a face of delicate snow. This tiding was marvelous, providing me a building block for whatever my imagination could conjure up.
This is a tradition lost to science. I have long legs for trampling, not sky diving into the snow, even if any could become at all. Which, apparently, certainly does not! Yesterday, I watched it snow for five hours and for five hours it melted away, with my hope for cold. But then, I suppose, out west has endured one of the coldest winters they have ever had! Twelve feet of snow has become routine in some parts of the northwest, first in a long time. And new ice caps in the north, perhaps adjacent the circumstance of those withering away? I believe, that beyond the rapture, beyond global warming and nuclear holocaust, that earth will heal itself. Even if it must boot man from its sanctum first, which seems more evident these days.
Shame on me, I must say. I have not contributed to any solution of any problems here in my short seventeen, nearing eighteen, years. I look at my life on earth as almost some kind of research project, where the entry to ground understanding is a trial process. I must first become a part of the environment before about it I can ever claim to know. But then, I also must first become a part of my teacher, whose name in which we all know, so I won’t come to mention! I want to obtain skills, and I want to be successful in all the right places. Unfortunately, I am unsure as to what those places are. Like I said before, I am here for research and understanding. I do not actually want to become a standing member of earth. I don’t want to last here beyond the ages of my oldest grandchildren. So should I bother attending the world’s universities and schools, programs and vocations, groups and assemblies? And if so, how much would I suffocate beneath them before I came back to mission? I have two goals thus far in my project: peace and mercy. For these goals I have allocated two certain methods: seek and know.
This is an interesting analogy, this research project. I want to return to the idea in a much more fresh mindset. I would apprehend this post, however; I like it all too much. So please, continue reading.
After some kind of deliberate sabotage, we are slowly crawling out of our accountability dungeons, my companions and myself. Aaron and Amanda, with their current endeavor into home ownership, I was skeptical at first but now this situation has brought me to much excitement for them; this is a stupendous thing for them. My family has overcome a few things recently, and grown from them. My brother separated from a significant other and now lives happily solitary going back into the music industry, Vince McMahon has my little brother’s wrestling name, my sister is becoming a photographer, and my parents are circling their own newly founded niche. Unfortunately, our cat has become paralyzed! Neurological, we believe, because the veterinarians have found nothing. Nipper, from the waist down, is useless. He has no control of his bowels and proceeds to desecrate upon his own body. It sucks. However, we now have him in diapers and are coping with the new situation. I detest putting him to “sleep” because his mind is fine, and he seems to be okay crawling around on his two front feet. But, it is not my decision to make, so perhaps very soon we will lose him from our care. Poor Nipper!
Adam Kizzia has returned from his latest journey, and is now preparing to embark on another one. It is uncertain what this entails, but nonetheless, he has proven to us all that no physical place is too far from his tight grasp. Farewell on your next adventure, Adam Kizzia, but until then we shall enjoy your company.
I am London-bound. I plan to move there whether I am invited to study in their schools or not. My current quote is August. The clock is ticking, and tocking away.
Well, I hope you all have fantastic weeks. Don’t believe what they tell you; you CAN always get what you want! But uh, don’t take my word for it…so long, friends.

Kind Regards,

David McDonagh

Changing the Habitual Disregard

2008-01-14T15:50:00.000-05:00

A week later, and hopelessness is not the only overwhelming feeling I endure. Continually, my father is probably the most intelligent person I shall ever have the privilege of knowing, and I must give that more recognition than anything. I seem to loathe the relationship with my father in the worst moments, and then desire it in the meaningless. I think it something so impossibly close, that it is something I cannot see. I am in an awkward position to be questioning his adequacy, considering it his house in which I dwell. Oh, Lord, and it is an ineffective knowledge. I drive his vehicle, and when it is fallen ill I criticize him? Shame. However, the Buick is still broken despite diligent efforts on two fronts. He is researching some type of diagnostic literature, and I am typing this paragraph. How is he wrong?
I found myself purchasing videocassettes for a video camera I do not own two days before this one. I think I may perhaps invite myself to a screen over the Internet relatively soon. As much as we have the ambition, our devotion to interest seems lacking in these late days. I think it is the comfort of Mooresville we must consider when changing the habitual disregard. Aaron and myself are both enduring some pretty major changes, whether they are now or in the next six months. The gears; how I may hear them grind! I have been working to tune a guitar, and a machine, that I had of not a single knowledge! It is amusing, because I came to this broken instrument and tried for three years; three years! To tune, to perfect it’s harmonious hum, the rum is a sickly taste when it is had to the strings so cursed! But now I have listened to the business of those humming prolifically, and I may better compare mine. I shall sound like no other, and neither my companion!
Well, I have nothing more to say this current moment. But, perhaps later this week I’ll be in a better position to speak. I have some things I will write about soon. Stick around, friends.

Much love from the one who loves the most,

David McDonagh

Short Prayers For Buick Repairs

2008-01-09T17:28:00.000-05:00

Oh, my. Perhaps it is because I truly only feel more immersed to this house, opposing what is real, that I feel so...rapt. I do contest to the digression of my walking privileges, but indeed those who would criticize might not have suffered the loss of routine driving. It is something that becomes more than a staple, but almost intrinsic to the whole agenda of errands by one individual. I have found that patience is sneaky in such an unfortunate event as this automobile prognosis, however it is a trade I must take to practice; tried, and tried nonetheless. I think that perhaps it shall end soon, at least, before the waking weekend. Perhaps, at least, I can pray for it.

A more shorter, sensible form would read: my car is undergoing maintenance. It is one of the more tedious tasks, but also rather an imperative one to my daily life. I know, perhaps I could walk more. If the places in which I would go were more enticing, then perhaps I would! Desperately, this is not apparently the case. Coffee shops seem much farther when you feel compelled to the house in its' own filth. Ugh, how I must work to tidy it over. Besides, the promise of a proficient outcome is hopeless; I don't know enough about people anymore. Or, perhaps that for it I may care.

I would rather spend these words, these readings in which very few indulge, rambling upon more important subjects than the matter of my vehicle; not even my own. My parents', who find it delightful to allow my own kin (sister) to prick at the hairs of my neck and order me as though I were subordinate to her, are at war over the matter wholly. I find myself otherwise! However, that is not important. What is, about these news findings? These boats in the blue waters of the Eastern medium? Perhaps the cantankerous political arena and my own cynicism? Or how delectable Aaron Ammons' new pair of shorts are; yummy!

I am going to go find some literature to bore, or perhaps a more solitary sleeping within my bed. Perhaps a walk is in order. I don't know. But I am to leave, and I bid thee good day!

In the most gratitude for review,

David McDonagh

If This Landside Was Less Obtrusive

2008-01-03T09:08:00.000-05:00

Who bellows upon the tumbling rocks descending from hilltop comfort that their end shall be gracious in bosom of selective treason? I would not, if logic provided myself necessary reason, vote at all if this landside was less obtrusive! I think that after $100 million is laid waste to an already failed political campaign, someone from among the mass must make the interrogative statement we are all ready to hear: what? Absurd disgust, interestingly enough, were the first feelings I received from this notification, our parties in the world of government affairs are simply beyond their own means of truth, and when three thousand people die because they could not afford twenty-dollars worth of clean water and food due to this abundance of money the politicians have found; who will notice? I only pray that one day we can begin to stop competing for power and start living for peace. As gay as it may sound.

Tis' a new year. Two thousand and seven has passed away as ash in the wind, and we are left with a new slate of rock to rest our heads upon. I think, that this year, I shall move from the slate to the dirt and the mud of the earth; to build upon them a temple for all to come and rejoice in the grand righteousness that we all could know. Perhaps it isn't only that I no longer work at Soiree, or perhaps that I decided to not go to school this semester; perhaps I have put myself into more loss that I cannot see so close right now. Above all these things, I am no longer worried. I know myself, I know those around me, and I certainly know God. I am to better things this year, to international proportions and to preposterous places disregarded by sense in the heads of my elders! And it does not pain me to believe that if I never went to the scholar house of temptation, it would leave me ruined in this world. Nonetheless, I do believe now that it is entirely irrelevant either way. To this new year I shall raise my glass, to the adulthood in my place on this land, to the travels and perpetual happiness of those I love, and to the good things we may do while we are still stuck here; on earth.

I am unsuccessful thus far in beginning my photo journal, but I have been a madman with the new camera. I am going to create a digital database on cd's of everything I shoot, and that way I am able to retrace my steps through more visual records. My life is of course still to the texts, but I am fascinated by this new hobby of photography. I am unsure about my studies in such a field, perhaps I will never know technical definitions in the matters of photographs, but indeed this will only propel the character in which my photos portray. Indeed, we are all such characters.

I want to refer everyone to a more intimate web log, I must depart due to a broken battery; it's dying. I have no cords out here allowing me to keep it alive, so please, feel free to contact me in my new found abundance of time. Goodbye, everyone, and God bless.

Kind Regards,

David McDonagh

What A Day Ahead.

2007-12-28T10:12:00.000-05:00

With much anxiety I await my day ahead. Eight hours bagging groceries should prove most the task of endurance. And I know, it seems rather trivial and whiney but I find high stress in being trapped at such a simple task. I'd much rather lick envelopes (oh god the taste :( ) or do something outside where the day seems to age with proper time. Maybe its the artificial lighting and unnatural selection of noise that seems to beep its way throughout. I am not certain and I do not wish to investigate it further. It is a simple get in and get out operation. I hope I don't end up doing anything stupid like knocking multiple bottles of whine over (again).

I can feel inside myself an odd feeling of rebirth, as if my soul heard my minds cry for help and is awakening to make me stronger. No I speak not of my soul as an eternal being but of many things that embody my uniquely manufactured self. I feel like a raindrop only unique in how I choose to exist and not in who I am. There are many like me but not many that will do or even try to do what I will do. And no I'm not certain what that really is yet but only time will tell. I reiterate: I have awoken from my depressive slumber and will give anything my all as long as my focus stays true. No more reason to lie and lay low. If I do someone punch me.

The site is up people. I don;t really know who reads this but go to the forum. If you post a lot new worlds will open unto you. I have many projects in the early stages and will keep those who ask up to date. Expect the unexpected with what I am going to do.

I think I know why I feel more awake and upbeat. I've started a diet. It's a rather odd idea that involves no fats and little sugars. Let's hope it all works out and I loose some pounds or else Muffin gets to roam the house forever. Oh I guess I didn't mention that part. There's a bet! And if Amanda doesn't loose weight I get to sell her guitar. So lets hope we both shape up or else we're going to hate each other.

I think that's all for now. This saturday I should be uploading an updated version of the group page with information on current Save The Sushi members.

-Wake,

The Tidings Of Town And Class

2007-12-27T10:06:00.000-05:00

Indeed, as the day grows, thus does my faith. It hasn't become a pertinent subject upon the walls of these weblogs. I am entirely encompassed by this open-ended spirituality, through the days I give a portion of my time away and it tunes the rest so particularly as though I am some exotic guitar; useless without craft, and skill. I meditate about things more now, in the earliness of the mornings, upon the day's entrance, and yet by the afternoon I am once more in bondage. I suppose that this exotic instrument is to be tuned more elaborately than once guessed. I must depart from here, the tidings of town and class, to the underworlds of the earth; only to better myself to Him. I fear many surrounding me may fall into the notions as myself. I pray for you, all of you, so that I may love you only more as the day comes. My strings more carefully need to be changed more often than I suspected, and perhaps I should not grip my own neck superfluously, or pluck at the bridge in rage and wrath. Mine, it is for a single purpose undefined. Yours? Yours; I cannot say. But indeed, to yours I shall pray.

I had a good Christmas. I hope the rest of you found joy in the same medium I did. I was surprised by an old friend, one whom if departed to the everlasting sooner than expected I would surely mourn every waking day. Here's to you, though I cannot yet name, for we shall marry the masses to the goodness! I also was blessed by my family's presence, we spent Christmas day together, eating, laughing, opening vanity and of course there is an ever-persistent lasting irritation to my siblings. Nonetheless, I love them and we had happiness throughout the day. I was privileged enough to have received a new digital camera, one in which will be the new half of all of my weblogs. I shall now report to the information superhighway with visual evidence of the prophetic life David McDonagh lives everyday in complete and utter nirvana. Ha, if only!

There was a Pakistani politican assassinated this morning. How this once more calls my mind to the matters of the Middle East, the cradle of man, our birthplace and most holy sanctuary; yet...it never rests. It is quite unfortunate that three families must hate each other to the brink of oblivion, which many kill in the name of many others' corrupt. I pray for them there, that they seek out peace in new places, that the traditions of barbarian ruthlessness be shed from their ways. I pray for a new day there, though I cannot believe I will see it anytime soon. I am an optimist, but I am not a fool.

Aaron Ammons deserves your most epic attention! My corresponding website, www.bigne.ws has been reformatted to fit a new generation of awesome-lovers. Please, allow us all to indulge into this grouping of absurd wonder, and write on the FORUM! Yeah!

I am quick to judge my last week at Soiree. Already after one evening the trials have begun, my family there are attacking me at every open wound and calling it good fun. My last night won't come soon enough, but I am still sad! I am leaving behind a home, a place of work that brings forth monetary stability. I think that over time I will have the patience and the conviction to return to this sort of environment. The conversations of the kitchen are convincingly stimulating; if you are fourteen, are abnormally hormonal and incredibly witty. One more tale of binge drinking and I foresee that I shall plug my ears with glass. Broken, shattered glass. Ah, here's to you guys; I wish only the best in your travels.

I will leave you there, but I am not so far away yet. I will return soon with good news, better wishes, and prayers beyond your imaginations. Please venture to the Save the Sushi site and participate. It would mean your happiness, so if you don't want to be happy I'm not going to pity you. Happiness = Big News Forum! Ha, God bless you all, and farewell.

King Regards,

David McDonagh

Change.

2007-12-26T14:37:00.000-05:00

You know that word gets thrown around a lot but what does it really mean? I can, change my mind persay. But why? is change but subconscious fears building stronger until one peeps its little head into my current awareness? This fear, this unwanted reaction. Why? I desire change but I do not desire weakness. I will not change for fear of things. I will change for the fear of change. A paradox of ironys I wish not ever to truly address. For fear of it? Perhaps one day I'll know.

I have a constant drive in my mind to be doing something somehow with someone but feel well seating here firmly planted with some sort of gripping apathy. Though I am not content I feel despair and it is this despair that keeps me moving towards something, somewhere. I hope someone will be there when I arrive.

Nothing I say seems to make any sense to myself. Like I've entered into the mind of a deaf optimist I waddle through every hallway and room of every house in every town in mind I think 'What if no one else existed?' But what if no one else existed? Right now?

-Wake.

The Contrary More Promising: Adam Kizzia

2007-12-21T11:57:00.001-05:00

The world seems to become smaller with each passing day. It's to an emotion of despair, on the contrary more promising that I am to be called wherever and be abstaining to the contradictions and complications of travel. Today, from what I have gathered due to his electronic responses, Adam Kizzia has reached his goal of walking to California from New York City. It doesn't seem so long ago now that he and I sat in solace from a downtrodden Denny's booth with coffee and the weight of the world upon our shoulders. Kizzia is renown for, well, being renown. I walked with a man who saw no hope for shadow in his final months here in Mooresville. Everywhere we went he was recognized and held in high regard. This is little to acknowledge, unfortunately for Adam he had many to know, but few to know him. I pray that everyone know him better, not necessarily his journey, how many people he knows or what he has done. Many say he is inspirational and his journey is example. I don't think so. I think Adam Kizzia is testament, that he may continue to tell of his journey not to inspire but to save, not from the depths of the bowels of pride, but from the heart of the reason and the truth: Adam Kizzia walked with God.

I have recently fallen victim to the head flu. The clogging of my nasal vestibules, the siren song of my ringing headache, echoing into the farthest peace of my mind and disturbing it awake. The worst of this is waking up with the slashing swords of my arch nemesis: the sore throat. Ugh, if any pain were worse I would probably shrivel like some drying leaf and fall away with the crushing wind. I loathe the sore throat. There is nothing worse, in my mind, because before any thought can become. Interruption. I cannot stand for these interruptions! The pain, if isn’t like this flu, it's more like the relationships. I cannot function in my home because I am so unwelcome to what I am, I love my family but they are not wholly accepting of what I am to unfold as. I must begin my own journey, beyond their safe control. And the vocation will soon end, which could not seem any sooner! I am not supposed to switch off my consideration and peel potatoes for hours and hours. It's not that I am unable, or unskilled, but that I could be doing so much more with myself. I have nothing to offer the culinary world in my current state of affairs, thus I shall bid the best tidings and most success to my colleagues and pray that they dent the standards and make legends beyond themselves.

When is the scholar? At his young adult life, to the books and to the tests, from his grades and home nest? Does he go to worldly success, or simply less as all the rest? I am awake most evenings when I should be sleeping to these least promising questions. I don't want to be a scholar anymore than I want to mine coal. They are all equal to me. The payoff leads the same, no matter how much steel or how much school. I am not here, for my skills, to study of "world". I am here, in most ways unknown, to be among the people, not above the people. I'm not located in these ambitions; Langston Hughes dropped college and washed dishes to pay for his travels. He is now one of our most influential poets, and did he not follow a path those with ego inflation consider wrought? I am in a state if misunderstanding, for if I need to become a scholar, then I need to disregard the work of the world?

I have a busy weekend, and then Christmas. I may return here Monday, but anything can happen between now and then. I could be eaten by a camel, or set on fire by a scuba diver. I could even fall down into a flower pot, puncturing my aorta and bleeding profusely onto unsuspecting horticulturists. Who knows? So long, my dear friends.

Much love from the one who loves the most,

David McDonagh

Meaningless Claim To Knowledge And Possessions

2007-12-18T11:19:00.000-05:00

What is it to my judgment that makes anything important? Whatever it is that I may write here is such a used statement, how can it be of any use. Take one unit of existence, perhaps a chair. I consider that chair in my own mind with waves of energy that indicate a thought, which is only useful in any way through experience and wisdom, and I re-interpret what it is into language and finally onto paper. So this first thing enters my mind, which has experience with previous instances of, well, chair, and then uses a language to tell about that chair. That is useless! If you are reading about a chair, and you have absolutely no experience or understanding, or knowledge of chair then nothing really exists. Simply, a code of characters arranged in a way that only makes sense to someone who has a false thought about something that exists. Is the chair real? How does this matter, if you suppose that no one else but myself regards the chair because only I have understanding and experience about the chair? It doesn't.

I feel things about this very raw, malnourished example verily through life. I lay some meaningless claim to knowledge and possessions, travel throughout earth flamboyantly about these "things" and become, in ways, to them entirely. I am them. Is there no room for something more than physical existence? Does one not feel about the wind when it fervently glides across the patio tables, spilling the glasses of fullness onto those who are and aren't deserving? There is more than the comfort of the trees' deep roots, rather the need to dig in the dirt further and further, grounding a relationship you cannot materialize. I have found life beyond physics, where laws are misplaced and only a warm peace makes the waking moments worthy of continuation. I am not my things, and I certainly am not my knowledge.

I cannot come to ever edit a rambling trample of something I may or may not consider "information". There is so much more to elaborate in what I wrote above, more details that make more sense that what is actually there. See, it's almost boldly trying to justify itself to satisfy what I claim as un-foolishness. I am young. I am learning. One day, I will share wholly the tidings of thoughts. However, I am far too concerned with spirit to ever completely justify what my mind thinks it knows. God bless our minds, they are trapped in corrupt humanity.

I worked for nineteen hours this past Friday. I clocked in at seven a.m., and I clocked out at two ten a.m. then next morning. I have never stood up for as long as I had that day. I am recovered; two shifts followed it anxiously and prevented me from my daily routine of peaceful enjoyment with Word, coffee, and notebooks. I am back, and soon I will be more so to it than ever. I won't be there but two more weeks. It is indeed a sad trial, but I will prevail. Only in one way, I will prevail. Nineteen hours never seemed so ominous after I fell asleep, but now I cannot return. It may consume me! I cleared the board for what my will was working in the food preparation section. It is done. I am tired of it.

I have heard word from Adam Kizzia. He seems perpetually happy. He is completely on the reliance of himself to continue on, he has but a one-way road to his destination and he cannot turn to his companions because it is not their journey. He simply did what he was supposed to do, and upon his completion he will find unlimited wealth. I record his journey here; he shall meet Creator beyond our worldly perceptions because he has become something we almost cannot grasp. Godspeed, Adam.

I must return to the pages. If you wish to complete the notion that you are your things, read C.S. Lewis and you shall be freed from those chains. Have a great day, everyone.

Kind Regards,

David McDonagh

Another Public Announcement

2007-12-13T10:19:00.000-05:00

Aaron Ammons. A testified marvel to the natural man, a being who is so incredibly touched by his own reflected understanding that he almost cannot manipulate his own physical body to do what is destined upon the road set before him. Scratching his head, he wonders his chains, tied to a blameless chamber of anxiety; a perpetual tomb if he cannot seek his way out from it. Here's to you, Aaron, for keeping the youth within our spirits alive, and we pray to all of our own respective entities for your success, inside, and out. I see a greatness in your life, the greater happiness and satisfaction of accomplishment and evidence, from your achievements here on earth until your life beyond, wherever it may be. You will not exceed your own expectations, but the ones of those around you. You are your greatest critic, and that will only drive the machine that will become your enterprise. God bless you, Aaron Ammons.

Another public announcement, the shop seems to be the only place I feel safe, or sublime any more. They offer a bolder coffee blend rather than a basic cup, yet it is still too smooth and soft for my personal taste, no matter what it is deprived. If any have the opportunity to embark upon the journey to this Legends, make the trip. It is well worth the cozy, playful scene in which is decorated by, primarily, wonderful women. I only know of two gentlemen that work here; the rest are females. And to much gratitude, we must plead for this! They have done a wonderful job.

My last evening at Soiree shall be New Year's Eve. This couldn't come soon enough, for some reason the incentive has displaced itself and I cannot bear the burden of dragging my friends there down any longer. I am for so much, simply not that which is the food service industry. I shall, indeed, be sorrowed upon my departing life in the restaurant, however it is purely for good cause on all ends. As I leave, I close my own door, but others have opened for the business as well as other employees within it. A promotion has been offered to a colleague in my place, partaking in his early journey into the culinary world. I will teach him what I have been taught, and pray that he is excelled much beyond my small place in the Soiree kitchen. Godspeed, Joe.

This opens for me, endless doors. I await word from England yet, however my time shall no longer be wasted with distracting events such as academic community college, or perhaps part-time, consuming full-time, vocations. I am for one-hundred fold my calling; to write, to teach, and to be. I am, therefore I shall do upon this small place while I am still here. Then land of my adolescent fellows' is theirs to keep, I have limited ability to do with it. I pray they keep it well, for others won't be trusted with the task of looking over my family. Another prospective caretaker, and I hold much love over those who walked me to the road I travel. Cross our path, and you won't find much despair.

Well, there are things left to be done before I return to Soiree this evening. Ugh, I am wrought with it! I will be okay, I promise. You all will by in my thoughts and prayers, I can only keep a high account of you for every reason managed. So long, dear friends.

Much love from the one who loves the most,

David McDonagh

ITS ALL CAPS

2007-12-11T07:36:00.000-05:00

You think baseball players wear hats when they play in a dome? Why do they have brail for signs at visitor centers? Can a vegetarian eat bacon bits if they're about to expire?

I know I think of these questions entirely too often. And perhaps that is why I cannot seem to do as much as I would like. But oddly much of my wildly ambitious motivation has turned into simple ambition. Which is synonymous with anxiety. I am slowly regrouping. Counting all the remains and what not.

The site is almost done getting a make-over. It's taking me a while because it's rather a lot. But I am certain those who enjoy what we do will like the new site. It's simple and easy to navigate. There's no five images you have to click through to see one video. And I'm very much toying with the idea of an old school forum.

Also is a bunch of many things. Filming is rather slow at the moment due to lack of location. We have done one short that will be released with the redesign of the site (Scheduled Christmas day-ish). But expect more once I'm done with the site. I have been rather lax lately and its starting to upset me how lazy I've become. Sure I feel really tired all the time now and my current house depresses me. But I should fight to look past it. I need to, I must! So I will try. I will no longer care about sleep or eating. No more comfort. ONLY FILM...and writing.

If I go insane I'll keep you posted!

-Aaron "Doin' The Signature Thing To Fit In" Ammons.

Buckles, Jackets and Blocks of Cheese

2007-12-10T17:31:00.000-05:00

If one were to ever obtain any supernatural affection, mine would surely be that of a recent Marvel Comic's character in the story "X-Men", Storm. I sleep wrought over this sudden change in climate. Forsaken of inexplicit change, this terrible rise in temperature has much disrupted my personal attitude and daily routine. I am so disgusted! I walked out this late morning for something from the car and it was grudgingly humid, despicably warm and I of course cannot stand having to constantly cool back down. When I was a young child, we had four seasons; four! for three months out of the year it is unbearably cold, causing a snowy white gloss across our landscape. For another three months it is ridiculously hot and humid, sweating out the excess energy in the sand-worthy weather. And, for the remaining six months, there is a temperate, moderate, calm and cool breeze outside, perhaps one where light jackets or sweaters are in order and the patios and porches are least deniable. I am yet wrought over this warmy weather in chill December. Yuck.

I have received an email today. It is from a Mr. Carl Harvey of the Writing Lab at LSBU. Here I should write one of two surprising things: an intricate letter of rejection where I am despaired over my lack of worth; or, an opportunity of international proportions where I plan my last months here accordingly. Well, neither shall I write, for Mr. Harvey has simply notified me that they are processing my application, that I will receive an invitation to an "open day", and that I can contact him at any necessary time. Yes, I still have absolutely no idea as my college fate thus far. Yet, I am peaceful about it. I become more excited the more times I read the e-mail.

Asheville. Ugh. Where shall I begin?

Well, the day began with some early reading, writing, and feasting. I had my coffee, made some breakfast and broke out my Word, and His Word. Then I called Shane only to discover that two more should be joining us on the adventure. Well, Shane eventually shows up at my house around 9-ish, where we discover once more that my new couches ... don't fit in my house. This was quite unfortunate and shall play another role in the latter text. Well, after we rid ourselves of one preposterous event, we fall into another. We drop of the trailer and pick up a Mr. Joshua Roberts, who was a delight throughout the trip. I miss this gentlemen. We return to my home, argue about the fate of several cups of coffee and change Shane's truck tire. It is ten-thirty. Matt "Muchlust" Trimble is still twenty minutes away and Dave has yet to arrive. Hmm.
We left Mooresville finally at eleven, and headed our merry way. We stopped in a town allegedly called "Icard" and used the lavatory, exchanging un-necessary displays of genitalia, and arrived in Asheville around one-thirty. Most of our day was spent discovering that Asheville isn't as much of an intellectual town as I once had hoped. Most of the literature stores were drowned by paraphernalia shops, coffee shops and expensive restaurants. Oh, and a few banks here and there. I bought myself a jacket, a block of cheese, and a belt-buckle that says "Buick". It's pretty great, I'm not going to lie to you. They, bought paraphernalia. We ate pizza and "The Mushroom" or something, I don't know, it was unattractively named and decorated something hazy and drug-related. I am not a fan.

I want to write the rest, but it is an unfortunate time. I finally found a place for the couches today and am happy for their use. Bless you Dave. Well, I can write no more right now. I will in the morning, or perhaps the latter day on the morrow. Good night for now my friends, there is still much to do in the young night. So long.

Kind Regards,

David McDonagh

Penguin-Punching Playdoh Fragrances

2007-12-08T10:57:00.000-05:00

After two days of seeming less endless inner anxiety, I am happy to say that today is a good day. Perhaps it is because I woke early and ventured to several cups of unbiased and tasty coffee, perhaps because I wrote a few pages worth much in the currency of literature, or perhaps because tomorrow seems to be the better day, and I have much grace for looking forward to good things. Several companions in the deviance of road trips and myself have planned an early route to a very successful Asheville, NC where we shall indulge ourselves into tidings such as gourmet dining, high-class thrift store shopping, penguin-punching playdoh fragrances and arphendipulation. Tomorrow, shall indeed be a good day. I want to declare such an adventure as the "Perhaps We Shall Never Return" Tour of Asheville, NC featuring nationally syndicated and internationally renown scoundrels David McDonagh, Shane Timm, and their gatekeeper, Mr. Mathew "Muchlust" Trimble. Well, gosh, we are excited!

I want to recognize now the trouble of foregoing the past eleven months because of a Senses Fail lyric, "It turns out the Good Book was wrong" and my internal spiritual upset due to lack of interest, wisdom, experience, and of course, maturity. Now, with prospect control, I am happy to say that I am happier now that I was before, being happy. Things are well! No ear from the English across the pond, but I am not worried. If I am not accepted then I shall look forward to whatever it is that I am supposed to do that is perpetually more exciting than going to London for a few years. I want to study writing, but perhaps it is in my best interest to focus on the practice rather than the actual components of it. All the variables enjoy their purpose, but I am not so sure it is in my current agenda to have knowledge of them. Hmm.

You know, I've noticed a distinct correlation between the eating habits of humans and their respected attitudes toward life. Food, above all other things, should be taken into moderation perhaps most accordingly. The less I eat, the better I feel; however, if I don't eat, I feel bad. What a modest paradox! I think that I, in my own advances, eat too much and must begin to lid the spilling desire of continually feasting upon un-necessary beasts. However, I am much obliged to consider those around me who hardly eat; you live in America! I believe that eating is in human nature to be social, and if you are unable to enjoy it with another, be merrily welcomed by your own thoughts of goodness, or perhaps wait until you are able to join another. I do not condone the overbearing thought of scourging, and neither the tedium of nibbling on food. Please, my friends, enjoy your meals in the presence divine, or not, but nonetheless not alone.

Indeed, I am off to succeed my current vocation once more. But I look to the morrow, as a wonderful day, and one to raise my spirits so that I may have fewer days that entail seeming less endless inner anxiety. So long, my good friends.

Kind Regards,

David McDonagh

I Am A Bird

2007-12-05T10:51:00.000-05:00

Bless the ones who are able to flourish in these public conditions, I myself find it comfortably challenging. It is merely a local coffee bar, nonetheless a sanctum for my studies. Preferably, these latter weeks, they have not been consumed by academics specifically, more personal interest, or perhaps inquiry. I find that the more I do things that better benefit and satisfy my spiritual desires rather my physical ones, the more I able to breathe and clearly see. This helps more definitely when making important choices, such as vocational stability and scholarly enrollement. I am unsure, as of now, of both due to a recent roughness in my social life. I am yet spending my time in vast meditation. This has proved successful! I would always break, like some bird scattering through the air suddenly halting and freefalling to the dark earth, and wonder as to why I could not bring myself to do anything with my time. This wasn't hearken laziness, nor was it stagnant worry; it was simply mis-recognition of what I am required to do once a day. And I should not spend anymore time structuring some form of plan to this contemplation, because I shall only end up wasting more precious time of my young writing career. Not, of now, perhaps?

For those who have never indulged into an epic such as C.S. Lewis' The Screwtape Letters, I may infer your inquiry. I read it once when I was much younger, early teens, and did not make as much of the actual meaning, rather the beautification of the descriptions. This book promised me my early word skills, but re-reading it now is a very wealthy action. All of Lewis' books in realist time are premonitions to marveling wonder, not that I don't take interest into his fantasy works, but that I myself place opportunity that is higher into these books. Also, I have begun to read some of e.e. cummings' works, a man whom had revolutionized modern literature in his time. I have in my current possession a borrowed book from the Library with eleven-hundred of his works, all poetry, that I don't foresee myself finishing before due date. However, if you wish to indulge into the works with me, I would be happy for you to join me. They are curiously relevant to adolescence? Indeed.

Ah, I see that not many have heard word from our friend Adam Kizzia. I am keen to hear from this young man during his current endeavor into the wild of America, as we have an agreement about the time frame in which he must arrive at the west. I am praying he doesn't make it until January, in which case I receive a prize that is so ridiculous I cannot even truthfully regard it here, in any way whatsoever. What a great word! "Whatsoever" Ha-ha! Well, if anyone is to hear from him, please, let me know. Gosh, Adam. Hmm.

Big News! Well, not really. I have frustrated the process of writing with this paper because of my personal notebooks. I have many brainstorms working, however, if this interests anyone. I wish more than anything right now to get back into a machine of writing where I can freely work out thousands of pages within a few weeks and still be vocationally and socially functional. As of late, this is a distracting process and a few others must end before I grow into such a feat. Perhaps, in the coming months. But for now, I am only to move towards it.

I want to go see Asheville. I will be leaving some time within the two thousand and eight year and wish to visit this fabulous place once more before I do. Perhaps this weekend, I shall go there. I don't know...Well, please feel free to contact me as you please, I am never so far away that you couldn't scream my name and have me soar from the heavenly skies into your bosom asking you to caress the space between my neck hair and my under-arm. Indeed. Goodbye for now, my friends.

Love The One Who Loves The Most,

David McDonagh

Amongst Benevolent Company

2007-11-30T13:07:00.000-05:00

Amongst benevolent companions, one has a tendency to act out his most promising character. Unfortunately, the company of which my latter teenage years has been demographically; challenging. It's like some kind of amusement park entertainment ride, one in which the colors become scatter as to seize your focus, and the seat is tossed about like some lost ship in a raging storm. No lights to lead the way, certainly no button to end the sequence, and of course, you are strapped in so tightly that the only way to escape is to close your eyes and make yourself believe it isn't real. In the time I've spent on this bizarre roller coaster isn't spent in vain; I will walk away from all of my relationships a mightier man than when they first began. It is now that I should shed off the influences that produce any confusion or strife; any ones that propagate a headache, or an anxious frustration. For those who know me, thus far in my life I have been an easily agitated person, sharply snapping at the first fly to vibrate across the gloss of my cheeks. This is slowly growing away as I grow older in time.

Ah, the day is of Fri! I'm not so sure why it is that the prefix to the measured time of twenty-four hours has no meaning, or at least none in which I am aware. Nonetheless, I will embark upon a four-minute journey to Soiree here in thirty minutes, where I will spend the next ten hours of my life. It has been a short day, I woke up approximately four hours later than I had wished, and spent the remainder of the morning reading and writing. If those who wish to clear their mind of any .. "bleh", I suggest Legends Espresso Bar off of exit thirty-three in Mooresville. It is cozy, and the coffee is dark.

My current time is spent on final exams and work. Banquet season begins and I indulge within sixty-hour weekdays for the next month, as well as work on school plans and happenings. I am writing diligently in my notebooks, but nothing electronically of late due to a lack of schedule. I had planned to begin the script production this month, but perhaps that will be marked back. I am taking care of more important business right now. Keep in mind the script, also the upcoming writing forum, because indeed they will not be lost in my work. They will happen, people! Don't be squirrels...

Well, I shall now walk the dogs and put on a more serious face; but not too serious, I do work with a lot of cheese... And I shall also, perhaps, set my alarm for the morning. Maybe I can finish some homework in the morning as to further procrastinate the more important things I need to finish. Ah, life. Gotta love it. Well, friends, I bid thee good day.

-David McDonagh

I feel like saying something...

2007-11-29T08:30:00.000-05:00

...but all my words keep shifting around inside like a cup of alphabet soup. That sinking feelng left and I feel much better. Which is goofy because honestly what's so bad about sinking? Just look at ducks they do it all the time.

I am typing this out before my work day begins. Also running a little late but that's ok - this won't take long. Actually I'm not too certain where I'm going with all of this. Don't really having a closing statement or any sort of theme or structure. Just type-age.

This writers forum david keeps talking about has my interest peeked. I'd be a lot of fun to meet with other people that write. It seems the only people around this area are yuppies with nothing better to do than shop. Well that and the lazy pothead workers that serve them. Tired of the norm - that's me. Not really raging against the machine but honestly if it was just a machine I could just unplug it. But you can't unplug people unless you want to go to jail.

Well my thought has left me in exchange for a ever repeating 'go to work, stupid' that just keeps echoing. Fine you dumb echo.

Twenty-Six

2007-11-26T06:23:00.000-05:00

I don't suppose if it's because it is early, if the shrill cold wraps its arms around me in absence of our most influential celestial being, but indeed I am in eagerness to write. It's quite an odd urge from someone with a capable vocabulary, as if the arithmetician has interest in scandalous markets such as hip-hop music, videocassettes, or flan. This blatant desire eventually turns into anxiety, and soon shame due to a lack of implementation or abuse of time. It seems like when the time comes for me, the supposed head of degenerate intellect, to spill whatever thoughts are most important upon a white, empty canvas, I somehow manage to become the saboteur of my own work. In the case of the past week, this has somehow noted itself and turned a cheek on the behavious. I am quite certain that there is a remainder of stubborn adolescence left within me that is being drained from its clotted kiosk. I will take no more rain checks on this matter, for somewhere in the world there is a man on his computer. That man is gazing upon the information superhighway, and he will find my weblog. He will read my words...and he will know...probably some cheese.

So if I had to work only a minimum average of hours within a working week, it would not be 26.06, which my current hourly accumulation as of the past week. Ah! This is by far the least amount of hours I have ever had in the year and three months working at the restaurant. But, all that shall change as the tables turn; literally, banquet season begins this week. We already have three on Saturday, maybe four. Banquet season entails such wonder as unbearable stress, and over the linear fourteen-hour shifts that yield no mercy. Nonetheless, I will be there until January comes around, at one hundred percent, and ready to accumulate anything more than 26.06 hours. Ugh..

Though I may not have worked much this past week, I did indeed have several days of rest from school and work that brought much worthy ambition into my life. The Writer's Forum is in the stages of birth, right now I just want to finish the semester and cool off while work picks up, which it will. After final exams I plan to slip between my time of sleep and working to dedicate the cracks of personal time for writing. Plan as I may for January, and as prepared as I could be, right now I feel it is important to found the concrete groundwork for my administrative properties before actually, well, administering them!

I am running slightly behind this morning. I must rid myself of this text box right now and go read perhaps the Word, write a little in my notebook and then read Shakespeare's Othello for literature class. Perhaps I shall also head to my literature class after that, at eight, and then to obtain more coffee in an intimate setting. People of the Earth; I bid thee good day. Adjo!

-David McDonagh

Shit

2007-11-23T17:44:00.000-05:00

I feel like I just walked off an elevator I've going up in for days. Talk about a sinking feeling-I'm tired and don't know why. For the past couple months I've been unable to think. Unable to focus. And to many much of what I've said could be considered whining or self pity but I don't feel sorry. Or even depressed. Just plain frustrated.

I seem to find stress no matter what I do lately as well. Maybe I need a fresh face to enter my life. Or an old one to re-enter. Ah what the hell would a face do. I don't know. Why am I so weak?

I regret posting this shit.

The Scene To The Hands Of Its Variables

2007-11-23T07:08:00.000-05:00

If you watch the distinction in a summer sky versus the winter, you notice things. Actually, I'm not satisfied with just the sky entailing this seasonal portrait; I think that all things are different within its spectral realm. I'm looking out our window to the back porch and noticing the light rising from the trees across the neighborhood. The clouds in the sky almost seem real from here; like some dreamy state of contemplation, one in which the light is a goldy white. As it veils the sky you seem to notice the eccentric blue of our vast atmosphere, how it creates a promiscuous backdrop with the foreshadowing of its' white giants. The light in this room is dark; the fluorescents are off and only the foyer's misty hint allows the outside light to peak so well. This details are only noticeable, I'm convinced, because of this winter's crisp cold. The temperature allows the scene to the hands of its' variables, and all of their characteristics become apparent. In summer, most things seem manifest in the portrait due to the melting of the heat. In this case now; everything is perfect where it is. But, it is not melted.

Busy! I indeed have come to an apex in my final journeys living in the nest. Still an egg, yes, but very much a keen one indeed. Perhaps it is because I keep my conversations with God now, or perhaps it is because the people who are in my life right now are stable enough to stimulate my personal positive activity, but nonetheless things seem to remain grand. Wrapping up the semester will be something I hold in high regard, and seeing as though three weeks only wait for me, I am ready to face the trials of finals. School is good for me right now, I am doing very well in two of my three classes. My history class is one I have been much unsuccessful in adapting with; the format of lecture and method of testing is foreign to me and the teacher is not much good with change. However, this has not taken over my anxiety. I will pass the class.

I have been writing much of late, and indeed see no room for slowing down. I wish to branch out from this weblog into a much more comprehensive one, something I (or we, Aaron) have to chronicle our happenings in life. More importantly, I have aspirations to found a local writing forum, for all ages and all types of literature. Hopefully I will be in a decent enough position to possibly rid myself of the college for next semester and spend six months gaining experience with writing in the local, regional, and potentially, coastal communities. I will inform you all with more as to the fate of my newly beloved forum.

A script! It is in the works, and gaining much potential to see screen time. I want to finish as soon as possible but indeed I am quite afraid of rushing the plot. I want it to be thorough, and I want it to be complete. It is planning to range anywhere from fifteen to thirty minutes, is involving differentiating demographics of people as well as places, and regarding a budget possibly in the hundreds of dollars. Please stay tuned for any more information on this, we will be open to suggestions as well as accepting volunteer work behind the scenes of the set; or, perhaps, on one!

Well, I'm off to once more join the world in its pointless activity. I hope to write much more often on here, more ramblings of morning skies, making coffee, or perhaps how amazing Aaron Ammons' toenails are. Mmm, them toenails.... Indeed we shall find sanctum in our own thoughts, but please feel free to share yours with me. Contact me via email or phone or telekinesis or any outlet your heart so desires. So long!

Much love from the one who loves the most,

-David McDonagh

Swiftly

2007-10-18T23:33:00.000-04:00

Focus in a glaze, like the top a stolen donut. It's sweet, in sugary adrenaline and soaked in the canola of greed. Drowning in forms and applications, graded lists, references and personal statements, as well as the water rising in my work ethic; soon, my amitious glass shall spill and someone new, and stronger, will emerge from it's moistened replenishment. As of now, I sit in a chair, eager for sleep and with a mind moving faster than the speed of light. That, my peers, is a very fast thought.

-David

Not to sound completely nerdy, BUT

2007-10-16T07:24:00.000-04:00

Lately all I do to feel relaxed and happy is play video games. Maybe it's my current location and how this house is older than three of me. Ceilings, floor, doors and shitters: Ready to fall through or burst open or never close again. It could be perceived as haunting and adventurous if not a good training course for what life would be like after nuclear strike (Cut the power to the place and watch as I run around like a crazied horny zombie in a rather small tomb (why does every one else get a pyramid!?)) It could just be I haven't been able to film a short in a very long while. I'm getting all of my writings together though, so hopefully something will come out.

I'll tell you one thing though: Portal is one of the best games I've played in a very, very long time.

My thoughts have left me for a later date, It is time to play something. I may be back tonight.

Solitude

2007-10-15T06:52:00.000-04:00

When you wake, in a dark room with sheets and covers scattered confusingly and distributed across the bed as well as the floor, and a rock in your mind; find some escape. It'll only further swell, until your thoughts continue to spin into each other, like some sluggish asteroid caught in the pull of an alien star; soon after the asteroid spins enough times it will meet it's crashing end. And more slowly, as earth's star awakens over the trees, all one can do is continue to wonder how our time allotment shall be spared? I am yet struck under this early morning's spell, even as the swell begins to fade and the light rise.

I suppose I have been feeling a bit lonely as of late. It's not so much of a problem as much as it is a curious quandary. Why do my door's bells not shiver my presence, or the rings of my phone wake me as I may dream? Do I not offer the better influence of a young, mindly-troubled man who even as he wakes with rocks in his mind, persists his days towards grace and understanding? Perhaps I am not in this time for many others right now. Perhaps...I am able-minded in strength as well as will to be, stable, and alone.

-David

It's early and I'm not tired?

2007-10-12T07:30:00.001-04:00

That's a first in a long time. I think I should go to bed earlier from now on. As of late it's been: Wake up at 7am, go to bed a little before 2am. Last night I hit the hay around 10-11. I can't remember becaue it took a while to fall into sleep.

Someone was calling my phone, too, I think it was David. I would've answered it but all you probably would hear is 'Hellowchaanog heehaown heoah'. : /

I haven't been to my website in a long time. I guess the whole 'posting to say something is coming soon' can only be done so many times. A lot is going on though, and I've been trying to figure out how to get a lot done in a littel bit of time. Plus Halo 3. I really need to stop playing video games!

I have a weird bug as of late too so it may be that I completely redo the website this weekend. We'll see.

Coffee

2007-10-02T06:39:00.000-04:00

I made a cup of coffee this morning.
I took out the French press and pulled out a small pot for boiling water. First, I filled the pot with water and then poured it into the empty press, ensuring an adequate amount. I poured most of the water back into the pot, leaving behind about half an inch at the bottom. I turned on the heat of the stove, and pulled out the grounds my father keeps in the cabinet. I scooped a few tablespoons into the press, and then mixed them up with the small amount of water still remaining at the bottom, moistening the grounds as to better distribute the taste when the boiling water is poured over it. The burner on the stove slowly begins to smoke, and I realize that there was an unidentified muck burning in it's bosom, thus I change burners. Only to my demise do I turn the wrong burner on, and then in an attempt to correct this mistake I grab the handle that stood over the heat that was in fact on, and almost burned my hand. After the water came to a rolling boil, I had loosened my small frusterations and chosen a coffee mug in which to enjoy my delicious drink. Very slowly, I poured the boiling water over the damp grounds in the press, and watched the indulging clear water turn black. Next, for about four minutes, I stirred the coffee, giving it a marvelous pale brown layer of foam. Mmmmmmmmm, fooaaaam.
Finally, I let the coffee brew itself for about a minute and a half, and for fear of imploding on a level of anticipation that is indescribable, I press the floating grounds to the bottom of the press, and pour the finished product into my silver mug. A few moments later, I take my first sips. "Today..." I thought, "...Today...I'm gonna be alright."

-David

-END OF THE LINE-

2007-09-20T00:04:00.000-04:00

It's a twenty-three hour shift, between two days, and in segments that take the light and stretch it throughout a dark place. I am not sad for it, simply exhausted. Open at six, my eyes will return the screaming clock with approach, in such a same dark. I'm ready for another break, but, I reside to the schedule hanging upon my door; it's yet Wendesday night.
I plan to film with Aaron a simple text, he paints magnificant pictures like some omniscient engineer as I simply put a thought into a modern, associated language. It's a project for school, but the teacher is worth the show, and more so I may practice more creative skills in my personal projects and recieve the response by a very diverse crowd. Aha, yeah.
Well. I am going to write more. I have much more to write. I want to write more.