Costacide's blog

How do you blog?

It's a question I've put way too much thought into these days, but I'm genuinely curious as to the patterns of writing that people have.

Are you personal, and not just in that LiveJournal sort of way? Humorous? Strictly news/editorial-influenced? Or business, in that "hey check out my ______!" sort of way, promoting your zines or band?

I primarily ask because as I sift through my own favorite blogs (that I read) I realize that all my favorites are a mix of business and personal. I'll browse a lot through a week's worth of reading (and I read a lot during the day when not writing/doing work), but there are only a few that I consistently read every day/update, the ones that are a mixed style.

Quick question as I sit and read "Introduction: Toward a Critique of Postuman Futures" by Bart Simon, from the winter 2003 Cultural Critique;

Is it possible for me to audibly discuss the meaning of humanism without sounding like I should get kicked in the nuts?

Chris Salewicz's "Redemption Song: The Ballad Of Joe Strummer" is the nicest gift I've gotten ever. Well, barring the better half making me vegan baked goods once, because quite frankly, nothing can really top that so it's in a class unto itself as a gift.

Apparently Strummer called Salewicz "Sandwich" a lot. I don't say "Sandwich", I usually stammer out "Sangwich" because well, I'm from Queens and that's just how we roll up in here. On occasion, I manage to be a wiseass and say "Sammich". I also say "cawfee".

I'm like every character in "The Sopranos" rolled into one guy wearing an

In recent news, I'm unashamedly anticipating seeing "Iron Man" on Saturday. Maybe it's all the explosions. I do feel that I was wrongfully denied a childhood grooming towards blowing up neighborhood animals with quarter-sticks of dynamite and later on, foreigners, through the scope of a rifle firing explosive depleted uranium rounds.

Or...it could be all the comic books I insist on reading. Corruption, violence, extended adolescence, blah blah blah...the fact that it's basically all rubber science even I could make up and good-looking Californians is secondary, of course. I really, really don't know what it is.

I managed to somehow miraculously get enough sleep last night and even beat the alarm clock this morning. It's like Jesus finally decided to stop shitting on my chest every time we'd make love and I'm crying for him to stop, I don't think it's sexy and it burns and leaves a ras...wait, nevermind, forget you read that.

There's a Post-It attached to my computer screen here at work that says I applied for a copyediting job somewhere else, since as I recall, I forgot to CC myself when I applied for that job and thus, when I eventually get the "no thanks you suck" email, I'll remember. Trying to get any sort of (copy)/editing and writing jobs these days outside of economics and music are almost impossible for someone who can't even be bothered to care that he looks like he should be shooting a family heirloom AK-47 from a mountaintop in what used to be Persia, at some poor kid from Milwaukee or whatever, who just wanted to get out of the 'hood and make something for himself in This Man's Army.

For five whole dollars, I got spicy chicken on a stick, four spring rolls, and a bottle of water, all from street vendors today. I feasted like a Viking warlord underneath the platform of the LIRR while a parade passed me by...a delayed celebration of Chinese New Year's funded by a local church methinks. There was a dragon, and drums.

And in keeping my big trip outdoors fruitful...I managed to remember to buy mouthwash, as I'd initially planned to.

I recently found an old tape by this band called The Youth Ahead.

I saw them on a bill years ago with a variety of ska bands in Long Island. The one dude who was singing had his baseball cap sideways.

I really liked this band, for some reason. The borderline diabetes saccharine pop-punk causes runs in my family.

I hope I don't have to take shots for this later on in life.

You care.

I recently was sent a link to a job posting online, for a locally based heavy metal news site/networking hub.

And now, even though when I was like 14 I made fun of heavy metal kids all the time and found myself alarmingly comfortable listening to nothing by Dave Smalley's bands over and over, I'll probably be doing a weekly column at this site.

I wonder how many times I can write about Disfear, Iced Earth, or the one time I saw Metallica when I was a kid before I get found out for not being very metal at all.

HOORAY FOR ADVENTURE!

Recent revelations have revealed to me that I in fact have a whole year to work on my MA Thesis.

I really don't know what to do with all that time. I had this whole mental plan for 6 months' worth of crammed work mapped out, but now I have an extra semester to write and clear drafts with my adviser. It's going to be an interesting year, I think.

Definitely gives me a chance to brush up on my movie watching, binge drinking, Greek dancing, and swordplay. Oh, and the writing, obviously.

In other news, the case of Megan Meier continues to make me hate humanity in general.

I have my first-ever reading this weekend.

I'm excited...I'm thinking I should get a gun to bring with me just to punctuate the somber attitude and serious material we shall be discussing (radical forms of dealing with grief and death) with the occasional "VIVA LA WHISKEY" and shot into the ceiling of Bluestockings in NYC.

Any suggestions?