January's Theme: Another View

We’re already one month into 2009. 2010 is “only” 11 months away…

Fortunately, we all have lives, and that is why the blog has been lonelier than it was a year ago *hintanniversarycominguphint*. But miraculously, we still made the ten-article mark. The only month we didn’t reach at least two digits was September, but that’s okay. We’ll just make sure it’s above that, at least :).

Here we go:

Every Now and Then – Ways in which we view ourselves.
Yea…and?.... – What ‘glorification’ is.
Give Me A[nother] Break – Our consequences are our own faults.
Perspective. – Ever thought how someone else sees the world?
“Sometimes I wonder how…” – Your feelings aren’t the only feelings.
but it’s better if you do – Being bipolar isn’t half bad.
You’re the Former, Now. – How important is the U.S. Presidential Inauguration?
A Few Letters…3 To Be Exact – A collection of self-written and self-sent letters.
You’re a Fox – Genes determine our look…and some other things too.
What to Believe? – Religion is an ever-debatable subject.

Congratulations if you’ve carried out your New Year’s resolution (if you had one). If you failed…well, I told you so.

Here comes February: Heartful Desire.

-the clam.

October's Theme: Lost in Mind

Life flies by, doesn’t it?

From some nudges by some certain-certain people, we’re going to keep the black for just a bit longer...until we finalize on whether we want to keep it black. It would be a nice change, wouldn’t it?

Anyway, back to the topic at hand. We mounted a total of 11 articles (plus this one) for October. It’s not the least amount (nor lower than that), and that’s what matters! Here’s the summary:

Will You – Similar things are similar...or are they?
A Moment Changed – So quickly can something spread.
Absorbed in Your Thoughts? – The mazes of the mind.
EPICAC – A Kurt Vonnegut classic.
Dark Blue – A spontaneous favorite song of KP’s.
I Hope This Rains on Your Parade – Our first ever conversation-styled article.
Draw a Blank. – Is that child really different from that man over there?
Now or Later – The inevitable nostalgia found in most of all things.
A.M. Halloween 2008 + ampleness! – An announcement post for Halloween and ampleness.
Indecision: The New Black – How do you make a decision?

That wraps up this month. We hope you had a great October, and a greater Halloween. Cheers to next month’s (November’s) theme: Slipping Hourglass.

-the clam.

housten, please don't have a problem

You can't help but wonder if you're going to die when you step onto an airplane to fly across the water. You may not notice, but in the dark recesses of your mind, there's a tiny part of you that's going 'will I explode?'. Things you shouldn't do before a long plane ride: NUMBER ONE: Watch Final Destination. NUMBER TWO: Drink milk and eat curry.

When you're on a plane ride you expect a few things:
-the feeling of excitement from getting off the ground
-the feeling of excitement you get when you see a good movie on the t.v.
-the feeling of 'goddamn when will this end' when you get bored
-the feeling of 'what time of day is it right now?'

It seems as if when you're in that plane for those fifteen hours, the world outside has stopped and you're in a world of your own. It's just you, the headphones, the static-y blanket, and microwaved food that you might secretly enjoy.

For me, I always think about the possibility of meeting someone interesting. The possibility of making one of those cliche friendships and writing to each other when the plane ride is over.

I also think about where I'm landing.

Wherever you're going it's probably somewhere drastically different (or at least slightly different) from where you left. A different culture, lifestyle, and etc... Maybe it'll change your life?

Whenever I go somewhere I hope I get to see something amazing that can tug at my heartstrings and such, but then again I'm a girl.

What I love most about airports is that when you're there you can see pretty damn interesting things.

For example: A security guard walking his german shepards. Those dogs are trained well and they walk straight with their noses sniffing for drugs.
Then,
A mother walking her two toddlers who are running wild in circles. You can just tell she needs help with them.

The downside of airports is that the food their is freakin' expensive.

Well either way this is a hint that I'll be out of town for three weeks in destination across the water. I'm sorry for disappearing the past few weeks and I have a very crummy reason why that I'm sure you won't want to hear, so I'm not going to say why my absence is so apparent.

Look for me at the LAX.
Just ask for Karma Police.

music and the world of stereotypes.

"Hi my name is ___"

"Oh hey, what music do you like?"

"Rap."

"Ew rap sucks. It's so annoying! Why do you like it?"

"What you like Rock? Rock sucks!"

So, um, that's a bit of an exaggeration, but don't you think that sorta thing happens a lot? It's all about Rock and Roll, it's all about Rap and Hip-hop. There's never an in between- well there is, and thank god for those people.

I just hate how people can get mad at others for liking what they like. Like, if you like Panic! at the Disco, you like a "Gayass band who sucks" (<-- honestly, that's a good cover). Or if you like Hip-hop or rap, then you're a slut or have no musical taste or whatever. If you like The Beatles, people say, "Oh they're gay and all their songs are happy shit." If you like High School Musical, then you're a disney freak who doesn't know anything but Zanessa.

God, the list goes on, and you know what- it pisses me off.
Why can't people like a band because they enjoy them? Why does everyone have to judge a person by their music taste?

I'm probably being hypocritical in a way, but honestly, I don't want to say "that band sucks", unless I've heard them live. I don't want to say anything about a band unless I've seen them live, because the only way you can really judge a bands talent is live; an even then it's different.

I was complaining to my friend once about how I was starting to like this band again. I didn't want to like them, since so many people claimed them to be sell outs. And you know what he told me? He said, "You like them, and that's all that matters."
Those, I think, were the wisest words I've ever said.

So, you know what, to all those people who changed their view on a band they loved just because of what other people said? Just know, that it's not them listening- but you.

over and out,
Karma Police.

p.s. I think I've outdone myself with those wonderful links :)