done with life

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3vfLvZCdT9g

This is where I am going and where I strive to be.

I'm claiming this one!

KiD CuDi is fucking dope. I never in my life have used the word "dope", but I deem it necessary in this case. (especially after watching The Wackness, I feel inclined to use it when things completely out-dope me.)

Kid Cudi successfully accomplishes smacking the face off your standard hip-hop artist. He is fresh and charismatic with his sound and has a tendency to attract an unusual crowd. Maybe it is his collaboration with indie band Ratatat and MGMT (one of my all-time favorites), but Kid Cudi definitely keeps his beats in check. Rappers love him, girls want to fuck him, and I want to be him. Yes, suburban middle-class white chick wants to be Kid Cudi.

Here is my favorite song by him to date featured on the Letterman Show.

Pursuit of Happiness

The Mathetmatical Beauty of Broughton

Borrowed from the prettiest things, I instantly concave into Broughton's guitar picking. On

the verge of shedding tears yet holding them in, I feel like a giant stepping on the feet of a

stranger.. even in the stranger's house. I can blink and breathe, but it will always be too

fast and too rapid. I have a copy of the key, but if no one's home, then what's the point?

I can habituate with a friend for years,

but still feel vacant inside when I see their commitment walk out the door. Down the

road lies a girl with shinier hair and prettier eyes and a magnificent sense of style.

Even her laugh is more polite. Mine has always been far too crude, even for myself.

But as Broughton's timber voice sustains my intuitive tears, I know I'm not alone.

Unfortunate as it may be, every set of feet that walks the sidewalks of cities, the gravel

of back country roads where the crunch of rocks under your feet is the only sound

that disturbs nature.. no one is in this alone. We save a special place in our

heart for that certain soul we knew was going to come in with a friction bright enough to spark

our excitement. Someone who knew it would be hard on us when they knew ahead

of time they would be leaving. A person, who from the start, knew they would

command our own ambiguous concerns on love, and what it is to be loved.

I never made it past 4:02 in the song. It didn't interest me enough to continue,

because I felt the natural end of the song at that point.

The oddity is my ability to end something when the timing is right. I wish

Broughton could have done this himself.

The irony in this, is that I can never end a person when I know the time is there.

People have the strangest way of making us deflect what we know from

what we know is right. People have a way of escaping our better judgment.

People... now that is the one thing we will always make exceptions for. These

"questions are too ambiguous". Ambiguity seizes my notion of right and wrong.

Of love and hate. Of freedom versus the fear of too much freedom. In the grand

scheme of things, being without the one we think we love is the most frightening fact to face.

But... what if we made the decision instead of living in the fear of being without

the one we know, we pull that "inner strength" our phys-ed teachers in middle

school talked about when teaching us self-defense, and used it for everyday

self-defense? What if people stopped making these exceptions for others,

and started living more frivolously? Frivolous to ourselves, and to people

gone askew? What if our determination to live outside of fear took over to the

point where we didn't need to feel ambiguous constantly, but instead could feel

a moment in contentment, instead of contempt.

The mathematical beauty is in sharing. We share our minds and thoughts,

our inner workings and secrets, with those that have earned the right of passage.

We expect that someday someones toes will be stepped on, and while some of us

pray it isn't ours.. others hope they are the first to do so. I just hope I'll come across

the day when I can learn to walk away at the appropriate time, just like this very song

didn't learn.

I forgive the song, and the songwriter. Because behind the music, there is the person.

And from one generating soul to the next-

we forgive, and hope for the best.