Snuggie Revolution!

Yes folks....the snuggie craze isn't over yet! 
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Who knew the "Cuddly Puppy" or the "Tablecloth" could ever have duel meanings?

Soul Food

Death Cab for Cutie - "I'll Follow You into the Dark"

Constrained Twitting

When Obama had a question-and-answer at a town hall meeting in Shanghai, the control of the media by the Chinese government was fully demonstrated.  The meeting, unlike when other American presidents visited in the past, was not broadcast.  The children at the meeting who were asking the questions were hand picked by the government and most were Communist Youth.  Seriously, what a contrast from our society where information is free and nearly always accessible.  

It is easy for us to take advantage of our amazing system, a system that strengthens our people and our democracy.

A girl asked if she should be able to twitter freely, and he told the students that a free and unfettered Internet is a source of strength not weakness.

"In the United States, information is free, and I have a lot of critics in the United States who can say all kinds of things about me, I actually think that that makes our democracy stronger and it makes me a better leader because it forces me to hear opinions that I don’t want to hear," Obama said.  
Surprisingly, the government kept the twitter comment on the website for hours after the meeting.

Cold Turkey

Staying up til 5 + wine and rum + alarm at 7am = terrible terrible way to start your day


I decided to quit smoking and drinking today...hold me to it.

Hannity DOOM

The Daily Show covers Hannity's apology for deceiving viewers accompanied by a parody of Fox-generated Armageddon-esk doom!







Hilarious.

Later Lou

Lou Dobbs left CNN! darn. What a loss

After months of advocacy groups breathing down his neck - well more like strangling his neck - Dobbs left, seemingly on his own. His speech is about as dramatic and weighted has his sudden resignation - with words full of hope for a society gone astray. Pledges of true and honest reporting came from the guy who blamed illegal immigrants for a huge rise in leprosy - 7,000 cases in 3 years! Which of course was completely made up. This guy's a piece of work.

His speech seemed like a call to action against partisanship and ideology even though over the last year, Dobbs had consistently been lending credence to the "birthers" movement - the Obama-made-in-Africa crazies - who's debate might have bubbled away under the radar if he had not given them the privilege of mainstream airing on Lou Dobbs Tongiht.

Dobbs is a microcosm for what is wrong with media today. I wouldn't be surprised if Dobbs got a job at Fox next where the lines are blurred between opinion and fact and "fair reporting" goes to whatever story brings in the viewers. Of course, not all shows are like this but viewers should always be wary. Dobbs' "willing" resignation is a example of media watchdogs like Media Matters and other advocacy groups getting things done and making a difference - it is step in the right direction so congrats CNN!

I'm staying in my robe damnit

Okay...crazy freakin month. School is really hard when you try to do what ALL the syllabi say. bastards.

So Fayetteville is at its best in my mind because it is Fall. The past few days, the sun has been bright and the breeze cool and all I can think about is school almost being over. I should be at class right now, but instead I'm revolting against the dreaded "Syllabi" to enjoy an amazing day and get some writing done....and drink as many cups of coffee as my heart desires.

Enjoy the Rain

Life is a constant control of natural urges: stop eating so you don't get fat, don't smoke so you don't get addicted, clean your apartment so you don't get spiders, do your laundry, your homework, your taxes, take a shower, hug your friends, talk to your neighbor. Do any of these actually seem natural? Not to me. Smoke because you want to, don't shower cause you don't. It seems like there is an urge, supposedly innate, in most people to look your best, to do your best, to maintain the status quo.

I would argue that this urge is superficial. Now, perhaps, it is taught 'instinctively' by our parents and our teachers to be kind, courteous, polite, to stay clean and quiet, and always get the A. Its fine to raise children in a structured environment. They of course need stability, but where does it stop? Do this, don't do that - for the rest of our lives?! Even when you are older and understand this, if you choose to break from the 'norm' in any fashion, there will always be judgment passed. Often it even comes from a complete stranger. This is what needs to be taught at a young age: don't judge!

Today, I was walking to class, and it was pouring. I wore jeans and converse because it was a light drizzle when I got dressed. By the time I parked on the usual completely-across-campus street, it was a monsoon! You couldn't see your hand in front of your face! Luckily, I had brought my cheap-as-shit umbrella that I had randomly acquired. About halfway through the 20 minute walk, class had already started and I was drenched to my knees with the umbrella leaking from the middle. As I walked down the brick path in front of Old Main, I got this urge to say "Fuck it!" and stand there without the umbrella's "protection" over my head and look straight at the sky. The sound and the smell of the rain was incredible, and to stand there uninhibited would have been so glorifying.
I didn't do it though. I might have muttered a curse word or two, but I kept that stupid umbrella over my head and marched on. Why, do you ask? Because I knew if I let down the umbrella, I would have been soaked to the bone. This sounded great given the desire present, but it was that moment in front of the class, all eyes on me, that replayed in my head. I would walk in, dripping wet with an umbrella in my hand, and everyone would think "What an idiot." That embarrassment alone kept me from carrying out what would have been a fun and liberating experience. I sat there the entire class time looking out the window, hoping it would be raining as hard as before when class got out. It wasn't at all.

The point is: we are so concerned with looking perfect and being perfect all the time, we miss out on the fun, messy, risky things in life. Living 'by the book' sounds so incredibly boring to me and if I had a second chance, I would drop the umbrella and enjoy the rain.

Fayetteville: its not over yet

One more year.

One more year.

I have come to terms with the fact that I am staying in ARKANSAS for ONE MORE YEAR. Like music to my ears.


I have recently accomplished, what in the past fours years has been semi-torturous, a perfect school schedule. That's right. I have a completely enrolled-in schedule, and it's not even close to the first week of classes! Not only am I fully enrolled, but they are only class that I need (also a first). The best part of all this, in fact the reason this happened at all, is I will graduate in May! For sure, 100%. I had been "planning" on it for some time now, but when asked "So, Kyle, you graduatin' soon?" I would say, "Yeah! Next May actually" with a slight ring of horror in my voice because, until now, I have had some serious doubts whether this was even possible.

Until now, its been like running the 800-meter. You start off fast and excited, ready to take on anything. College is a new adventure that will be fun and liberating. You meet all these new friends. Go to all these cool new places. Its great!
When you finish your first lap, you see the consequences of spending more time having fun than studying, pigeon-holed into a couple of decimals: 0.79

This race suddenly got a lot fucking longer.

After a while, you settle into a good pace and your body goes numb. You go through the motions, putting one foot in front of the other: science credit here, avoid literature class there. Until, it is finally almost over. Yeah...you might not be in the front of the pack, but you're still in the race, damn it. And although your legs are on fire and about to fall off, you can see the finish line. This is what I feel like now. The finish line is so close, but goddamn I'm tired of running around this stupid track!!

Instead of focusing on how long a year is in Arkansas. I have been wondering what it can offer me and what it has been for me.
To me, Fayetteville is rolling hills with Old Main at the top, bicyclists, and potheads. Its the Farmer's Market and Wilson Park, cheap college apartments and Mt. Sequoyah mansions. Its down-home-hick mixed with hippy intellectual. "They'll take our guns!" meets "Peace and love." Its Stir vs. Buster Belly's, fraternity vs. fucking independents. Down here, we go have fun at Devil's Den and venture the Pig Trail. We yell Pig-sooie! and wear red.
And now, after I have watched Fayetteville pick herself up after the ice storm, I know this town means a lot to me. Although I will always be FROM Missouri and don't necessarily plan to live here again, I will look back with a smile at the FIVE YEARS it took me to graduate and the time I've spent in Fayetteville.

This Be The Verse

They fuck you up, your mum and dad.
They may not mean to, but they do.
They fill you with the faults they had
And add some extra, just for you.

But they were fucked up in their turn
By fools in old-style hats and coats,
Who half the time were soppy-stern
And half at one another's throats.

Man hands on misery to man.
It deepens like a coastal shelf.
Get out as early as you can,
And don't have any kids yourself.


-By Philip Larkin

Time is on my side, yes it is

Lately, I have noticed time as something that has passed instead of something endless. When you are younger, you can't relate to time because you haven't really experienced its consequences yet. You see what it can do. You know its the reason you house needs painted every few years or your grass needs mowed. You know its the reason your hair grows or your wrinkles deepen. You know its helped you gain friends and lose them.

You don't see any of these things as they are happening. You only notice once they have finished. This is the paradox. You understand time is changing things but you can never see exactly how.

When you are young, time is on your side and has yet to turn against you. It makes you think it will last forever, and you will always be young. Youth, as many will argue, is a state-of-mind. I think I disagree. Your youth disappears, usually when you are not looking. Someday you might wake up and wonder where it went and how long it has been gone. Or maybe you never have that moment of longing. Instead, you fabricate a version of youth in your head using left over pieces and stitch them together with callowness and self-delusion.

Of course, you can stay young by acting young, but you should never forget, it is just that, acting.

Benefits for Bureaucracy

I have been overly concerned lately about what I am going to do when I graduate. I guess it stems from the accumulated anxiety from my class scheduling nightmare. Regardless, I have been considering the Peace Corps and even started an application. I have since come down from my over-zealous high, and am thinking of other options. A close competitor being TEFL certified. This way, I could work and MAKE MONEY where ever I wanted. After some savings, I could travel for awhile and hook up with an NGO. This second option is very appealing because of its bohemian nature as opposed to the box and, sometimes chains, that comes along with the Peace Corps. The PC offers loan deferment, grad school assistance, and a stipend (when referring to material gains only). But they own you for 2 years. There is no freedom, there is barely vacation. Getting stuck in a small village hours from anywhere, alone as the only PCV is a definite possibility. I understand it is about the cause and the help you offer, but it seems like I could still give aid outside of the PC and have more freedom to do so.

All really fun to think about, then you realize "I haven't even started my senior year yet...fuck."

Blogging on my blog

Due to terrible internet connect (not sure if this will even go through), laziness, and business, I have been a poor excuse for a "blogger". I finally got a couple of people tuned in then left them hanging! Sorry you two. I promise not to let this happen again.

Thinking back...

I got kinda homesick today. I starting thinking about my old apartment I had back in college. Things were definitely simpler then. I remember one of the biggest selling points for me was the brick wall in the bedroom....haha. Even though it was set up like a hotel with the sink in the bedroom, it didn't take me long to get used to it. I loved that apartment. It was right next to campus, a bank, the grocery store, and this 24 hour dinner that had good burgers.

I remember I liked to keep the place clean just in case someone wanted to stop by randomly, and I enjoyed people going through the cabinets and finding a satisfying snack....I felt good when the place was stocked with food. I used to have dinner parties and would invite a few friends over for a collaborative meal and, depending on our wallets sizes, good or cheap drinks. Usually cheap with the occasional good bottle of wine. We definitely knew how to let loose! We would go to Dickson Street all night without a care in the world.

That was the first time I had lived alone, and it was easy for me. Understandable now, I guess. I remember when my older sister had moved out for the first time. She had just graduated, and I was a sophomore in high school. She rented out this cute little house. I thought it was so cool. She fixed it up real nice too and painted every room a different color. We had tons of fun in that house! But despite her ambition to be on her own, she was still scared. After that, I thought "That's how it works." You move out of the parents house, and its scary. Not for me though. I mean...I lived with roommates for awhile so I had more years behind me than when my sister ventured out on her own. The point is I was never scared to brave the world by myself. I wanted too for sure. This all seems ironic now, but back then, I was doing only what felt like the best for me.

I really thought I had a grasp on my future, but I guess it was impossible to see exactly where my decisions could take me. All I knew is that I was ready for something big and unexpected....something that would test me. Possibilities - endless.

Just another po'boy

I have recently discovered a new found appreciation for the conservative life. Really of life without money. Its been a bit difficult but enlightening the past few months.


I've always related to the life of the artist....the starving kind. Desperate only to work on your art. Eating and making money come last. Things that inspire and aid to the creative process are of course welcome: cigarettes, lazy walks and moments to ponder, whiskey. So here I am, penniless. My fridge is home to a few beers, a couple eggs, and random condiments. Although I'm quite far from starving, or finishing one hopeless piece of art. The lack of food and money has definitely opened my eyes to how terribly wasteful I can become. My horoscope tells me "when you stop caring so much about how much money you have among other physical concerns, you are starting to discover an inner harmony that is trying to replace the physical with the spiritual. You must let this grow without killing the part of you that provides sustenance." I like this idea and will definitely try to avoid killing a part of myself.

As most know, there is little we need in life. Food, water, shelter, and social interactions to keep us sane. I am very far from being that starving artist but sometimes dream about what it could be like, maybe even what it will be like. I image living in some ramshackle apartment, a weathered light brown tone throughout the room. Wallpaper falling of the wall. An old iron bed and small dresser as furniture. A view of the the city beyond and the slums below. But overall happy and malnourished.

To bad it'll never be that rough. I live way too privileged a life to end up in that desperate, wonderful scenario. I can still aim for the closest thing. Maybe staying in a crowded, immensely cheap hostel in some far away country and maybe eventually even a small, crappy apartment. These things could be possible still. I could be hard on cash, but I will have a laptop (not the old typewriter I imaged). Someday this all could be true...sooner than you think even. After school, I might just drop everything to lead this dream-driven, humble life, traveling the globe for new adventures. What I really hate is that this whole idea is nearly a mold now, fashioned from of decades of hipsters bragging about themselves. Whatever...it might be an easy mold to fit into, but its one that takes a lot of guts nonetheless.

Enough unedited, ranting for one day. I haven't had much to do lately.

Springfield Affair

I need to come clean. I have been having an affair; I'm so sorry Fayetteville. It is with another town, but don't worry, not as pretty as you! Her name is Springfield, I don't think you have ever met. She lives in Missouri. I met her through my ex-Branson, and we had a bit of a history already, but it only got serious recently; I promise. I am so so sorry.

So I'm back in Fayetteville, trying to settled back into my overly-relaxed life after another spectacular weekend in Springfield. I have made frequent visits to S-town in the past and have always left with nothing more than a smile on my face and lint in my pocket. My liaison with Springfield has been a good one, and I always find myself in this situation afterward: trying to come back to terms with reality. This, I think, is why affairs are so popular. Its an escape from the humdrum life you normally lead, to a much more sexy, fun one. Of course, affairs can never last because most schmucks think they can't bare the secret any longer. Pansies. I have held a great position in with both of my leading ladies. I spend most of the time with Fayetteville on the weekdays, and on the occational hot tumultuous weekend, I visit Springfield.

Perhaps, I should explain my attraction for this far way town. A long friend of mine, Alyssa, moved to Springfield about a year ago to start school again, the traditional way, and btw is still in it (good job! stick with it!). Anyway, she found a cool affordable house right off of campus. To her surprise, so did many international students. Soon enough, Alyssa's became a private club, Casa de Alyssa, The Peach Room, Beer Pong Paradise, The Hostel, The Brothel, etc. and is now well known as a place to get cheap beer, good music, and a free place to sleep (she's a good cuddler).

Over the months, many a people have stepped through those doors: Saudis, Frenchies, Columbians, Venezuelans, Indians, Africans....you name it - that language has been heard inside. It is a melting pot where the common ingredients include: Pabst, Marlboros, some Ks of L among many others, and spiced with different accents.

I went up last weekend, and actually stayed with Springfield for two nights instead of the typical one. Which, I of course, got shit for from the fam. I was greeted by Lulu, my current wife, and crazy red head. Usually things stay pretty smooth until around 11 pm, so we watched Underworld, and Alyssa cuddled with Jonathan (see what I mean) on the couch. After the sun when down, some of my favorite people arrived, Dulce the Venezuelan, Carolina from Columbia, Alex a Frenchie, and Carrie the wanna-be-French American girl.

Some of the funniest, and socially dangerous, things can happen when alcohol gets mixed with cultural ignorance. In this case, it was the former. As a typical circle-of-death rule allows, we were going around naming continents. To the surprise of all modern intellectuals down to the age of 10, not everyone in the educated world agrees on the exact number of large land masses. Of course, you might say, "it can be debated". uh...no, it can't. It already has been for centuries and an answer has been found. Before reading on, stop and think of the answer yourself, and we'll see which side of this highly controversial topic you stand on.

The answer is 7. 7 continents!!! Unless you were on Xanex throughout high school, possible but still no excuse, or you are from Franceland, there is no other argument! First and foremost, most people I have met from France are very smart, but the illusion of only 5 continents is ridiculous. Second, North and South American are not even connected! And what is Antartica? A gigantic ice cube?!
The remedy to any disagreement can always be a group water fight, which soon ensued. I even said "No water tonight!" after recalling my previous visit. What is it with these people!? My body still hurts from that night ;) The funny thing is, when you pour water on Dulce, her immediate reaction is to hug the person standing closest to her. I'm sure some hoped their Chia Pets would do the same, but instead Hurricane Dulcita is unleashed! Panic and mayhem break out leaving everyone bruised and sore the next day. "Tengo raton!"

Overall, I am happy to have met everyone I have through this scandalous affair. My recent run- ins with the latinos have brought fun memories, my favorite being salsa night. I've never seen a booty shake so fast! Evolution, baby, at it's best.

This affair is far from over, and I hope Fayetteville can live with that, and maybe, one day, forgive me.

The intruder

3:42 P.M. Monday, June 1st

The apartment was dark, the cheap blinds blocking out the bright heat of summer outside. Aside from the occasional passing dump truck or fire engine, it was quiet as I drifted into unwarranted sleep.

"BANG, BANG, BANG!!!" The walls shook from the unexpected disturbance. Holy fuck! Who the hell's that?! What a way to wake up! My long-dormant survival instincts tried to aid the situation as I immediately rolled off the bed and onto the floor. Hide! Although this remained my central strategy, I'm not sure if I would have made it long back in those days when your survival instincts kept you alive.

"BANG, BANG, BANG!!! Open the door!" I was laying on the carpet next to my bed wondering which locks I had used. After army crawling into the living room, I slowly raised myself eye-level with the view hole. A man with a handlebar mustache and sunglasses was standing off to the side of the door. The cable company?! I didn't think they'd send a hit man! I had been avoiding the cable company for some time now. They wanted to take my box, but if they did, the re installment costs would be terrible! Besides, I have every intention of turning my cable back on soon enough.

Okay, he'll leave soon...bastard. What does he think? Banging my door down will make me want to cooperate?? Yeah right! I'm not stupid.

My heart was racing as I hovered between the bed room and living room trying not to make a sound.

"BANG, BANG, BANG!!!" The pictures shook on the wall. This guy's relentless! He must be a professional. Then I heard a familiar sound. Jiggling. The doorknob rattled as the man outside tried to see if it was locked. "I know you're in there!" I heard the sound of a key jamming into the deadbolt, and it unlatched....my stomach dropped.

The door opened with a slam as it caught the chain, the snapping sound of the door frame under stain. "Hey! Who are you?!" I yelled with defiance. I ran to the door. The hit man was trying to shove his head though the opening yelling, "Let me in!"

My chest was pounding, and my head was a fog. The guy was scrambling to get the chain undone. In a fury, I rushed over to grab a bar stool, ready to defend myself. I reached down and leached onto the bottom legs. Behind me, the door swung open with a thud against the wall. A gust of hot air invaded the room.

With everything I had, I lurched the stool toward the person behind me. It was all a blur.

"Crack!" I made contact with the side of his head. His hat and the bar stool flew across the room as the guy fell to floor. Holy shit! I knocked him out! I guess my survival instincts weren't so rusty after all. The man was holding a small peach colored piece of paper in his hand. I reached down to pick it up and it read, "URGENT NOTICE." Huh?

I walked over to retrieve the man's hat. As I lifted it off the kitchen floor, I read the front, "Pierce Properties." It was my landlord. Crap.

Thanks to my readers

I would like to start my new blog by saying thanks to all of you out there that support what I do. It is wonderful having people like you tuning in to hear my bullshit. Without you, no of this could be possible...



Thanks again

Republican Jesus

Recently, due to Memorial Day Support Our Troops hype, I have had an increased influx of Republican propaganda emails. As much as I love mass emailing, I think using this method to convey animosity about our current president is getting out of control. At first, I was really worried about the staggering number of people some of these emails are sent to, seeing how much negativity is being cultivated. Truer to the fact is that the people involved in these terrible emails are either willing to be on the list or perhaps, like me, accept these emails to maintain friendly relationships with certain relatives. Those who willing involved themselves with this close-minded banter are not to be feared, but pitied. Their reach extends no further than their bible circles.

My stance is one of solitude in my family. As someone who believes in the separation of church and state, I don't see how Christianity has creep so far into our governments framework and, people argue, foundation. I understand that our constitution has religious reference and our money inscribes "In God We Trust". But does God bless a country at war? a country that tortures? a country that discriminates? President Obama has not referred to America as a "Christian nation" and this has got all the bible thumpers in a major tizzy. We fortunately live in a country with religious freedom but with an unfortunate shadow of Christian bias.

So this is where all this pro-war Memorial Day hoopla left a bad taste in my mouth. The variety of emails I received had there usual ratio of anti Obama and go go Jesus topics but with a new intriguing category: war-on-terror zealous. This formed an overall image, kinda like the one above, in my head. Jesus in front-line, with the power of the American Christian Republic behind him (maybe thats what they can rename Texas when they secede!)

I dont get it! It makes no fucking sense to me! I understand Support Our Troops, but why does religion have to join the batter? I do not support the war, and, I'm gonna say it, Jesus doesn't either. He doesn't support the NRA, the war in Iraq, or, to make things simple, violence. He was a peace-maker, a dissolver of hatreds. Maybe this is why so many conservative republican leaders have him strap on an AK-47 and join the holy war. Pansy peace-makers aren't worried about power and privilege. No where in their inititive is there a spot discussing profit. The only profit of peace is peace, and that might not fuel our cars but it does our hearts.

Overall, I will keep receiving these emails, not because I want to , but they are useful, as tainting as their potential is. It is a good reminder what the rights smoking.

Please let us give Rambo Jesus a break.

America proved to the world that we know how to change our image, no matter how bad it gets. We were shown we still have the compacity to change for the better. So where are those GObama! emails? huh? thats what I want to see