The music screeched and echoed throughout the room as dancers in skin-colored leotards danced in seemingly random movements across the stage, completely out of sync with the harsh music. A large audience filled the room, hoping to witness the cacophony created by the independent usage of two genres of art: music and dance.
So, I've pretty much decided to make this a series, of sorts. I began asking the question, What is Death? and continued with What is Pain? and What is a soul? Feel free to check them out.
Today, I got quite a surprise. I came home to find a Private Message on a message board I used to run. I haven't touched the message board in probably a year or so (there's a message from me saying that I hope 2007 is a better year than 2006). While that in and of itself is not that surprising, the person the PM came from is.
Disclaimer: This probably will offend most people. I would apologize but I am not sorry. Feel free to argue with me. It would be nice.
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This is my mind at 1:05. My mind could wander on for miles if I let it. Instead it travles through the years of my life. Speeding off into other realms that 'used to be'. Used to be me and little bits of me that have seemed to have been pulled from my past midnight file cabinet.
¡Party in Little Havana! (08/01/06)
Since I live in Miami, the local news stations actually scooped CNN and even reports on the internet. I was watching the event unfold before my very eyes.
There's just something about good film. There are a lot of good films out there, not too many amazing ones, but a lot of good ones. This season, I decided that I would aim to see every Oscar-nominated flick out there, because to be nominated by something so prestigious, I assumed that these movies must be of a high caliber. Most of the movies nominated have appeared to be.
Have you ever wondered who built the Sphynx in Egypt? Or who made Stonehenge in England? Or if the siege and destruction of Troy ever took place? If you have, then you’re not alone. I, for one, have a certain fascination with all things historical. From the very beginning of time, to as recent as the industrial revolution, my curiosity has almost turned into an obsession.
