Tuesday Morning

Sorry it took me a while to post this. I wrote it tuesday after it happened and just didn't put it up here cause my internet has been flaky.


Best day ever so far at…9:35 am.

One: My internet isn’t working. That means I can’t email my presentation to my professor to prove that it’s done. And I won’t go into school cause I would rather feel sorry for my pitiful fucking life sitting at home crying about it.

Let me back up.

So I have a presentation that I was supposed to be at school for at 8:30. Alright so I get that ho done this morning using, thanks to modern technology, the internet sites I have already loaded before the my computer decided to not connect to a wireless port that it can both find and tell me it has 3 of 5 signal bars. So I’m ready to go at 7:50 to meet a girl from my class in the IT lab at school to rent the projector and screen for the presentation. So I get my bike. I get to carry it down the stairs because I am not allowed to park it in the courtyard cause some big cheese Frenchman (I’m being civil with my language) thinks that it’s disturbing him somehow (remember this, it will become important). Also, I took off my rain guard last week since the weather was nice and the thing was dragging on my tire…which is awesome because it’s raining quite heavily. So I get on my bike and mutter a few words about how awesome the morning is and start pedaling. Less than half way there, I decide that I’ll just ride through this puddle. Good idea! Because it happens to be a 6 inch deep pothole that has been strategically camouflaged by the rain. Poooooooof! Good thing I don’t need air in my front tire…and don’t have another tube…and can’t patch the tube that I just blew out because it’s…that’s right… raining. So I jog back to my apartment with my bike on my shoulder. I put it down, run upstairs (trip 1), fix the front wheel, grab the rain guard and screw, and run back down (trip 1). I put the front wheel back on (because I didn’t want to take the whole bike up 6 flights of stairs and then clip on the rain fender on the back…and realize that I forgot the bolt with which to keep it from dragging on the tire. Run upstairs (trip 2). Get Bolt. Run back down (trip 2). Attach Fender. Realize…oh that’s nice… the back tire is completely flat as well.
“Ted, how did you not notice that the first time?”
Good question reader. Maybe it was because the front one blew out so dramatically, maybe it was because I was… angry… maybe it was because I didn’t walk my bike home, I ran with it on my shoulder. At this point, I am lucky enough to receive a call from my land lady who asks me how I’m doing and without realizing that I didn’t say “Very well thank you” but rather “Not good at all” says
“Great. Well unfortunately, I forgot to tell you that you can’t park your bike in the courtyard. I’m really sorry, but it is interfering somehow with Monsieur Hermes, a very well to do man that is a grouch.”
“Oh okay. Well the guardian already told me that yesterday”
“She just called me again because she saw it in the courtyard.”
“Oh yes that’s because I wanted to fix a flat and leave without taking the whole bike upstairs. I only left it there for 5 minutes at most.”
“Okay…blah blah blah… so hopefully you aren’t missing class because of the flat”
“Well I just realized that I have two flats, not one, and yes, I am missing class.”
“Okay well I hope your day gets better”
“Thank you. I’ll talk to you soon.”
“Bye.”
I then took the whole bike upstairs (trip 3) and realized that I had ripped my pants in seat of the pant. How clever you are fate, how clever you are. She did offer to lend me her velib pass, but honestly, after this whole incident, I would rather not let fate fuck me in the ass again by somehow crashing a heavy and unstable bike and getting run the fuck over by a bus.
Needless to say, I instantly thought back to what I may or may not have done to bring this karmatic justice upon myself. So far I came up with:
1) I have had really good luck recently on my bike
2) I haven’t been concentrating quite enough on school
3) I didn’t see any repercussions from getting drunk the last night of the ski trip
4) I might just have gotten killed on my way to school if I hadn’t hit the pothole

Anyway, I would like to conclude by saying that I am both a loser and a douche bag for not riding the RER back into class to do my presentation, but I also know that I would have a hard time sitting down in class and even standing up to do my presentation after the thorough ass-rape that I was kindly provided with this beautiful morning.

Thank you for your consideration.
Sincerely,

Assclown.

What is the point of oranges anymore?
Clementines are easier to eat, they taste better, and they are more portable.
Just a thought.

So I got moved in to my apartment. It's working out pretty good so far. The internet is kinda flaky and not quite as fast as previously, but it works. Also, I can now see traffic on both sides of the Seine from my window and can be amazed by how late the french go to work. I can also see the river, which, today, is a placid green. I bet there's gaters in there...

I have a presentation tomorrow I'm not thrilled about over Jansenism (which is not Janism which I would be interested in reporting on [it never crossed my mind that a french literature class wouldn't have that as one of the topics.])

I don't really have any new good stuff to post besides this one.

Hometown Glory (Chewy Chocolate Cookies Remix) - Adele

And because I think she's really talented, and because I don't want to get in trouble for posting a real song of hers... this is the song I think you should hear. It's really soulful. Try it out.
Best For Last
And if you have doubt like I did, just watch any of the live versions. Crazy how some recording artists can actually sing right??


Moments...here today, goo tomorrow.
Yum. Suicidal Candy.
Probably the most sadistic candy commercials out there.

Autotron

Back to robot status and it feels good. I got some well needed joint grease and I'm feeling as cold as ever.
So to celebrate, I'll start off with a classic jam that I just happened to get a remix to today...

Mo Money Mo Problems - Notorious BIG

I would argue that that is one of the best rap choruses in the history of rap choruses.

And here's the remix via White Folks Get Crunk:

Mo Money Mo Problems (Laidback Luke Bootleg) - Notorious BIG (unfortunately, like alot of remixes it doesn't get good until a minute in)

And because I think this song is hella tight:

Snake Eater - Joker

I would kill to hear somebody like Joell Ortiz rhyme over that beat. I can't think of anyone else right now that could handle that. Kid Cudi came to mind, but he's too relaxed. Nevertheless, the song is fire on its own.

Bonus:
This doesn't fit with the other stuff, but it's excellent. It's a remix of a 2002 (I think) tune
Rapture (Riva Edit) - iiO

Emotions

Before I release the best Mariah Carey remix ever made...

I'd like to say that there is no such remix and my topic is instead one of death and taxes.

Fooled you.

Start off with this song before I get too deep.

Nightdrive With You (sayCet Remix) - Anoraak (Get the Radiohead mix too[marc you'll like it alot i think])

So I've been trying over my post-pubescent years to figure out why I get this gut-wrenching feeling of disappointment after a good trip. Maybe it's a natural balance of a week-long high and a bottom out after that, but I feel like there's more to it than that. What leads me to that conclusion is the fact that I get this after different stuff than just trips and I don't get it sometimes that would be classified as a big high. Like sometimes when I go out to a club and hear some great music I like and have a blast, I don't get bummed out or nostalgic-feeling the next day. It just seems like there's always something missing after a great time. Like I've had the greatest time I could have had in a given situation (or at least close to it) and I still am missing something. I know I'm not the only person who gets this, but it's crushing when it comes around every once in a while. If you know about that holla.

It has a really similar feel to guilt, but I don't think there'd be any reason for me to feel guilty about anything that went down on the ski trip. I got drunk but I always remain conscious enough to know what I want or what I don't want rather.

Speaking of which, I had a close encounter with the second kind over the week. Sike. But I did learn that I don't like alcohol that much. It really is only good for relaxing and enjoying with a meal in small doses. When people (girls named Diane) get drunk they stay stuff like they want to bed with you... which is true subconsciously, but they'd never do it when they're completely level-headed... you get frustrated. Therefore, it's a cheat. Sobriety is the best way to carry on relationships of any kind, and I'm going to stick with that statement until I see a plethora of examples telling me otherwise (which i won't).

I don't know though, this day has been kinda refreshing. I've felt something without forcing myself for once in a while. So assuming that tomorrow I'll go back to Robot Ted tomorrow like normal, I'll just soak it in and try and convince myself that I can love something like snowboarding and miss the fact that I'm not loving someone like this girl Celia I met on the trip (who I would still like to have coffee with[unfortuntely, I can't speak the french I'd need to do that]).
"Just to show how fucked up the game can get..." I felt nothing when I saw this dead person laying out on the side of the road on the drive back. Huge ass wreck and at least one person who was just straight-up dead, bleeding on the highway. Nothing. I really tried to feel sad or nervous or worried like everyone else on the bus but zero. Get me some oil, my knee is rusting...

I would like to say that it's strange how a phone call can change your day...take you away (RJD2). Thanks to phillip for returning me to more normal characteristics. Always good to hear from your friends; good news, bad news, doesn't matter.

I wish I could find my humanity again and believe in the fire that people see in others. If you're out there, someone, set me on fire. (Ladyhawke Ddpesh remix) <--♥



PS. Bonus track is the new Cunninlynguists joint entitled Never Come Down (The Brownie Song). If you can make it through the last minute of the song without grooving to that sample, you lose at life. Cause this shit here!

Music

I got 3 songs that came up in a row today on Itunes.
All of which are fun and/or tight. (not to mention all in 320)

Which leads me to another point... I will never buy another thing from Itunes. 128? With my expanding 320kbps library, I've realized that the sounds of 128 are simply unacceptable.
WAV is what like 1411 kbps? That's what sound is recorded in initially after it's digitally processed. Why should anyone have to listen to something Much less than the artist hears it in the studio? Exactly, you shouldn't.
I realized the huge difference when I recently re-ripped the new Thrice albums in 320. I had ripped the first cd in 128 like I did with most of the rest of my library that comes from cds I've bought. When I get back home I'm taking all my Cds and re-ripping the music in 320 or at least 256. 128 simply sucks.

But without further ado:

Music (2008 Virtual Groove Dub Remix) - Madonna

Music Sounds Better Heaps Low (Flo Rida vs. Stardust) - Whack-A-Tone

Murder Goons - Dilla Ghost Doom

OH MY GOOSENESS!!

First off, a shout-out to my lil' sis (no not this one). She turned 18, er...16 for all yall creepy ass fools, a mere 30 minutes ago. So happy happy MAK!

And now... I will explain to you how to have one of the best nights in paris possible.

Step 1. Go to class
Step 2. Talk to a nice girl named Diane and just feel the vibes
Step 3. Bike completely across Paris to see the Alien Workshop premier of Mindfield
Step 4. Arrive early and go get a lamb gyro sandwich, eat it, re-enter the bar, get a pint, talk to some fools that you saw earlier, get some free alien workshop pins/buttons
Step 5. Watch a great skateboarding movie in which everyone kills it, despite this or injury
Step 6. Leave on your bike feeling great about the movie with some drunk fools making fun of you outloud intentionally talking junk about how you're "leaving alone and wearing shorts also! hahaha"
Step 7. Smile about it and start to bike back home
Step 8. Run into a guy that looks at you funny and is like "where you going?". He should have a blue fixie with a black zip 3 spoke wheel.
Step 9. Go with him and meet up with about 12 dudes that all have fixies that are going on a night ride.
Step 10. Go on a 20 km night ride with said dudes, have a blast, get stoked that you were invited to ride every thursday.
Step 11. Go home, eat a banana with alot of penut butter and write on your blog about your experience while listening to jazz.

One for M - Yoshiro Okazaki
a fun balad with plenty for everyone. love that walking bass, great sax, and a killer trumpet. oo those drums are crisp.

That was absolutely the definition of fun. That was one of the best times i've had in paris for sure and it all happened (the second part) by chance. wow. and man were there some nice bikes. 3 messengers (3 of the total of 5 that work on a fixed in paris) rode with us too and one guy had the nerve to ask me if i was a messenger in denver. I replied with a potent "not yet" knowing full well that I would love to become one but i also don't want to die real soon.

One might even say I am crunk right now.

As far as other awesome jams, I'll probably throw some up tomorrow for you.

Everyone should also see slumdog millionaire. Good movie Great movie. And that soundtrack was awesome with the exception of the use of the original Paper Planes version. (I know everyone likes that song, but it was forced...)

Step 12. End the night with this song:
It Never Entered My Mind - Miles Davis

Calm and Pretty

I tried to learn to wheelie tonight...sigh. I'll probably continue, but probably also won't get anywhere with it.

So after everyone has destroyed their minds and ears on that dumb mix, I felt like I owed something a little less insane in terms of music. This category would include many more than these 3 songs, but I only like posting the best...and everyone is probably tired of my love affair with Bloc Party.

I really love all three of these so I hope you will as well.

Heroes - Twiggy Frostbite

Find The Time (Plimsouls Remix) - Get Cape Wear Cape Fly

Indie Rokkers - MGMT


Heart is in the right place brain is in the dirt,

Ted

I Promised

And I'm a man of my word.

This is a not-high-quality encode from the WAV, so the quality will get better.

I'm planning on releasing it again within another week at 320 kbps so you will have it coming in loud and Clear. I've also decided I'm going to break it up into individual tracks as best as I can (cause alot of stuff is mixed in there over a longer period of time than just one little input). One because it'll make it alot easier to organize in Itunes for easy access to a part you like more than others.

I'm really tired of this project. Making something this big with virtual dj isn't something I'd wish on anyone that likes to make playlists of music for people to jam to. I listened to the new Risk One mix today and it's just on a different level. He does use less songs and does let them play longer (and he is a professional) but he just throws things in there that just make it hotter. I wish I had real equipment. Oh well...

I hope you enjoy this a little and give me some feedback for next week's version. I probably won't work on it until this weekend.

STWMTGBIAC Mix - DJ TK aka Terrible T

ps. it's 76 mb. so don't hurt yourself.