Woah. This didn't seem so long ago. Yet it seems a long time ago, when this blog began. Man. Mang. Mange. Yesterday was a good. Saw A Bronx Tale in its entirety and now I feel like I really got it, I really saw it. Good film. I'll easily give it 8 out of 10 IMDB stars, maybe 9. Then I went and hung out with Devin. As I pulled into the Baker's Square parking lot, Big Little Town's song "Boondocks" came on US 99, 99.5 FM, Chicago's country station. Here's an excerpt:
"
I feel no shame,
I'm proud,
of where I came from,
I was born and raised in the boondocks
One thing I know,
No matter where I go,
I keep my heart and soul in the boondocks
"
The "Weird Al" inside me instantly conjured a parody version specific to growing up on the North Shore, and then more specifically to our participation in the local mid-to-late-90s-punk/hardcore skate/straightedge/ska/etc... scene. The chorus would only warrant one minor tweak:
"
I feel no shame,
I'm proud,
of where I came from,
I was born and raised in the Goondocks
One thing I know,
No matter where I go,
I keep my heart and soul in the Goondocks
"
Now go listen to William Elliott Whitmore.
-xo
bradley
Thursday, December 20, 2007
Tuesday, August 14, 2007
No. 2 - Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid
This was fun to see tonite. Though it was a bit muggy, humid, and buggy.
Monday, August 13, 2007
No.1 - Public Side
Hi. My name is Bradley Adita.
I am a resident of Chicago, and a former resident of both the Chicago suburbs and the neighboring state, Iowa, specifically Iowa City. Its hard to know where it's best to begin, and since this is a blog I welcome reading any suggestions or comments when possible regarding matters written here.
At this stage, my life consists of work, education, family, friends, and to a certain degree, art. My hope is to use this medium as a kind of interface through which we (me & you, the reader) can work on some projects, some which have been started some time ago and some which may be just beginning.
Like I said, there's really know way to know where to begin, so anywhere will have to do. This is as much anytime, as it is April of 1983, when "Contraption" started airing on the a new cable TV station called the Disney Channel. The dictionary tells us a contraption is a "mechanical device," or a "gadget." Funny how all that was becomes all that is now; and the stories in between, like the board game Mouse Trap, the whimsical cause and effect Rube Goldbergs of The Goonies, to Tom and Jerry cartoons, to personal invention and discovery, reaction and action. Or the unfolding of music genres, identity politics, suburban sprawl, and the cultural analysis of decades.
I like to write and think in terms of abstration and I think it causes some problems. I always romanticized a Micheal Stipe, or a Jack Kerouac type of truth. Or even the truth in the words and wordlessness of music. I attempt to think in terms of a problemed truth, a fractured overlapped, interlocking truth, like the Bride Stripped Bare By Her Bachelors, Even. Is it odd anymore these days, one can't be too sure.
There's a public side and a private side.
Through experimentation I've become convinced that one cannot breach the other. One is not known to another, and yet it is a paradox; two Ph.D. candidates standing at precipice of their graduation. They go their separate ways and yet what does each know of the other? Through each interpersonal interaction we learn and grow but our understanding is fluid and unfolding in real time. So how can we avoid being like Philo saying goodbye to Weird Al Yankovic near the end of UHF (1989).
And so we cling to what we learned; during what Jean Piaget described as, "the Sensorimotor stage," the idea of object permanence, only now appling it to intanglibles. Which brings us to the slogan: "No Proof," from which we negate and then head back in the direction toward water boiling at 100 degrees Celcius, an example of the existentially ambivalent physical world.
If there is proof, than it is to be found in what is, and not in what is written. It is to be found in what one does. As it has been observed, actions speak louder than words. But maybe today I want whisper.
I am a resident of Chicago, and a former resident of both the Chicago suburbs and the neighboring state, Iowa, specifically Iowa City. Its hard to know where it's best to begin, and since this is a blog I welcome reading any suggestions or comments when possible regarding matters written here.
At this stage, my life consists of work, education, family, friends, and to a certain degree, art. My hope is to use this medium as a kind of interface through which we (me & you, the reader) can work on some projects, some which have been started some time ago and some which may be just beginning.
Like I said, there's really know way to know where to begin, so anywhere will have to do. This is as much anytime, as it is April of 1983, when "Contraption" started airing on the a new cable TV station called the Disney Channel. The dictionary tells us a contraption is a "mechanical device," or a "gadget." Funny how all that was becomes all that is now; and the stories in between, like the board game Mouse Trap, the whimsical cause and effect Rube Goldbergs of The Goonies, to Tom and Jerry cartoons, to personal invention and discovery, reaction and action. Or the unfolding of music genres, identity politics, suburban sprawl, and the cultural analysis of decades.
I like to write and think in terms of abstration and I think it causes some problems. I always romanticized a Micheal Stipe, or a Jack Kerouac type of truth. Or even the truth in the words and wordlessness of music. I attempt to think in terms of a problemed truth, a fractured overlapped, interlocking truth, like the Bride Stripped Bare By Her Bachelors, Even. Is it odd anymore these days, one can't be too sure.
There's a public side and a private side.
Through experimentation I've become convinced that one cannot breach the other. One is not known to another, and yet it is a paradox; two Ph.D. candidates standing at precipice of their graduation. They go their separate ways and yet what does each know of the other? Through each interpersonal interaction we learn and grow but our understanding is fluid and unfolding in real time. So how can we avoid being like Philo saying goodbye to Weird Al Yankovic near the end of UHF (1989).
And so we cling to what we learned; during what Jean Piaget described as, "the Sensorimotor stage," the idea of object permanence, only now appling it to intanglibles. Which brings us to the slogan: "No Proof," from which we negate and then head back in the direction toward water boiling at 100 degrees Celcius, an example of the existentially ambivalent physical world.
If there is proof, than it is to be found in what is, and not in what is written. It is to be found in what one does. As it has been observed, actions speak louder than words. But maybe today I want whisper.
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