Monday, June 4, 2012

The Art Of Dentistry

In this fair portion of land that I take abode in, we have a certain currency that take form in The Edible.

Yes, it is in this case that, indeed, when talking of "the dough" you are very much referring to THE DOUGH. And while some choose to overlook this important fact, it remains a simple element of truth that the floury substances are of utmost value. Drooling over your new purple cardigan sweater is not unheard of when speaking of this particular delicacy. Many a humbled hand weaves the fibers of its essence into a shape of taste bud galor. Into oblivion you sink, drifting in and out of dreamy mush and pastry delight. Such a wonderfulness! O, to spread upon the sheet of perfection a slab of whatever seems fit, only to devour in a moment's notice.
For as they say: A fool and his money are soon parted. And baby: this stuff will make a fool outta you. At first glance it looks naught but a piece of flatness. The parchment of the oven. And scarce else. Nevertheless, humankind need not be reminded after first bite the beauty of the soft grains that so splendidly conduct themselves to create a blast of otherwise unobtainable flavor.
Perhaps it's not perfectly clear in your mind what I'm speaking of.

I'm talking about tortillas.

Alas, the plastic wrapped plastic encasing the pale goodness becomes lighter. For our family is well acquired with the art of purchasing the latter:
Eat, or it will be eaten.

Apart from that, I just got back from the dentist.



Somehow inserting this song in accordance to this post seems perfectly cliched. But ya'know what? The above song states---to a T---what I was feeling on this particular trip to the dentist.

Let's be honest now, I love my dentist. I mean, he was our family dentist before I was even associated with a family. However, as it seems there really is a first time for everything, I got a cavity (yes, angel child me...can you believe it?).

And I am oh so afraid of needles.

And numbing requires needles.

And drilling a hole in your tooth requires numbing.

And a cavity requires drilling a hole in your tooth.

Ugh. I haven't had to be suck with a needle since I was six years old. Fear reeeeeally feeds on time. I mean reeeeeeeally. Who was the sick person who had the idea to intentionally puncture themselves with a skinny piece of steel anyway?? And get this: it hurts less when they shoot you with the numbing stuff if they insert it slowly.

Okay, so this is like, PROLONGED MENTAL TORTURE!!!

It really is. Pinch me as hard as you can and I'll be fine with it (yes, this has been tested many-a-time), but pull out a teeny lil' pricker and announce to me that it will only cause a slight pinching discomfort and I go nuts in the head.

Actually, I'm already nuts in the head. But I suppose the figure of speech is what counts.

After the seconds of injecting the numbing venom stuff, my lip feels like it's going through a mildly catastrophic acid wash (tingling, burning, simulation of that weird swelling feeling, the like). But from there, the drill was just fine. In fact, it was almost nice to think of my pearly whites being cleanses by that demolition of tooth structure.

Tho now bi lib id regainding id's conthciouthneth.

I only got freaked out once I was in the car and I tried to pinch myself. I also keep having flashbacks of that small---nearly imperceptible little twinge of that skewer in my gum. It makes me shudder.

Somebody throw me on a rollercoaster.

Sunday, May 27, 2012

Photo Safari!

And now it's time for weekend Snapshot Stupendousness! All pictures below were taken by yours truely. Enjoy!

* * *

So first, you're relaxing peacefully in the pool, resting your head on the pool deck.


Nice right?
And then...
BAMMMMO!!!!


PAWS! RIGHT! THERE! IN! YOUR! FACE!
And then...
YOU LOOK UP!!


IN YO FACE!

So yeah. I like to take pictures. A lot. Fun. Except I don't really have a camera. So I use my dad's. Here's a collaboration of my latest snaps.

WAZ UP BLUE?

 SIR SUNSHINE

STAR PALACE

PIXALATED SPRING

UNORGANIZED

TO THE GATE!  

SUMMER BOOM

 THE FOOT OF FALL

 EXIT

This is what my desk looks like. More or less. Coolness, right?

Tell me watcha think. =)

Saturday, May 26, 2012

Umbrella Beach

I find this the most romantic thing ever.



Really melancholy.
Really inspiring.
Really awesome.

Day Tripper

Goodbye.
Trees deserve to be climbed, pools deserve to be swum in, rrandomness deserves to be written with a gel pen and then smeared across the pages because I'm left handed, dog deserves to be fed, exploration deserves to be had, daydreams deserve to be dreamt, bedroom deserves to be cleaned and later filled with whatever manner of junk I come up with while I take flight with a crafty mood, radio theater deserves to be listened to, pictures deserve to be taken, doodles deserve to be sketched, frozen blackberries deserve to be devoured and later spilled all over the floor, and the outside worlds deserves to be touched by myself.
Saturday deserves to have fun, and fun deserves to be had.

Now I want to go to Alaska.


If you need me, I'll be para-sailing with the salmon and the sea horse.

Friday, May 25, 2012

Cold

I brought my jacket into the theater when I dared to go and see The Hunger Games. It was a smart move. But I don't think it was the AC that gave me the shivers.

Watch it.
But feel the prick.
Whatever you do, don't go numb on me.

Don't go numb.


Thursday, May 24, 2012

Someone Hold Me

So is it weird that this cracks me up?

The new EP album:

Today is the day that I immerse my faithful readers into a musical city of wonderfulness. Semi-literal speaking.

I haven't been an Owl City fan for very long. I think it all started last year in November. I recall that I was stranded in a fitting room at Kohl's department store with a bucket load of jeans to try on for the "winter". -_-
Before I go any further into this narration, I must first explain to you that I was very tired. And feeling like I had already visited this particular fitting room about six point eight billions times that afternoon. This feeling could very well be closely associated to the experience of waiting a half eternity for the bank teller to finish up with the guy with the Silverado in front of you at the drive through bank deposit sight.
As I stood waiting for a vacancy in the prison fitting room, it just so happened that I was standing directly underneath an annoyingly clear speaker system (ya'know---the ceiling speakers that they have in all the department stores these days). It played the usual, along a seemingly un-humane amount of Taylor Swift.

But suddenly my ears did this strange little perky thing. And the denim in my arms felt just a tad...lighter. I listened as a simplistic techno melody filled my brain (this time literally---the volume could have been lessened a few notches).
I knew I had heard this in other public places before. And I had thought it was catchy enough, but I never did listen to music much, so I never had the compulsion to look up who, what, and when.

"You would not believe your eyes, if ten million fireflies..."

Cutesy lyrics but not a masterpiece.
---Such was my response. I clearly remember rolling my eyes at the

"Why do I tire of counting sheep? When I'm far too tired to fall asleep."

verse, and mumbling aloud to myself:
"This guy seriously makes no sense." (Yes. Really. I said that. Aloud.)

...This was obviously before I began to---strangely enough---have these same sleeping habits. Now I say with defiance that it is INDEED possible to be too tired to fall asleep. But save the thought for a rainy day.

So I smirked a little, finished my duties of shopping, and didn't think much of it.
---Actually, that's not completely true. I did think about it. In fact, I recall asking my brother if he had that song in his possession, to which he firmly stated "NO. I don't like Owl City."

And that was that. Or so I thought.

An X amount of days later, I mentioned Owl City to two friends of mine. Coincidentally, they happened to be loaded with a number of All Things Bright and Beautiful (2011 album) tracks on their handy dandy iPods. So I listened to the beginning of Alligator Sky (feat. Shawn Christopher).

Surely, you must guess that it was love at first hearing---do you not?
Surely, I must have rocketed into the air (pun slightly-intended) with my fist above my head and shouted: "THIS IS THE GREATEST MUSIC I HAVE EVER HEARD SINCE THE VEGGIE TALES THEME SONG!"
Surely I must have raced over to http://www.owlcitymerch.com/ to buy a lime green custom t-shirt that says "I <3 OC" all over the front.

But nay.

My first reaction: (in traditional Kismint style)

"Meh. It's kinda weird. His voice sounds like a girl."

*headdesk*
...Yeah...

Okay, so not the most generic way to describe your favorite music artist. But it was a start. And everything has to start with a start. No matter what (I dare you to try this for yourself).

That week I got a little curious. The little taste that I had just kept coming back to me. Naturally, I checked out Owl City on Playlist.com (cool site).

And that was when I became a fan.

Of the first songs from Mr. Young that I heard were...

-Peppermint Winter
-Rainbow Veins
-Strawberry Avalanche
-Hot Air Balloon
-Vanilla Twilight

I soon found that this guy had a HUGE variety. Fireflies was not the high bar. Compared to songs like To The SkyLonely Lullabies, and Plant Life, the glowing insects don't hold a candle. Or a match. Or anything light-related.

All that was the background.

Now to the foreground.

But before I continue, you haffta promise me that you will listen to each and every one these tracks, from start to finish. If you don't have time at the moment, leave now, and come back to it when you're in your pajamas and poured a cuppa coffee for yourself.

It is time to take a little stroll through melody and rhythm.

And by doing that I will share a smoall plot of my own thoughts and opinions.

First, I must announce to you that the following is my old new favorite (I know what you're thinking, and no---it's not my new old favorite. If it were my new old favorite, it would have to be a new song but an old favorite. As it is, it turns out to be an older song but one of my new favorites.).

Entitled: "The Airway" (from Owl City's 2007 EP debut: Of June)



This is a perfect example of what Owl City sounded like on it's first time out and about. Notice the monotone, and the simple, clean lined electro sounds. I know nothing of this sort of thing, but I'm guessing that the number of different soundtracks playing at once is relatively few.

This is what caught the first net of Owl City lovers. His dreamy lyrics that have a rather obscured meaning---combined with catchy but muted instrumentals is rather inviting to a majority of the public.

Now, moving forward a bit to 2008 we find his first full-length album, "Maybe I'm Dreaming". This time Mr. Young brought in a few back up singers, including Austin Tofte and Breanne Duren for a number of songs.
As afore mentioned, the following song was one of the first I listened to in the Owl City genre.
Here is "Rainbow Veins" (Feat. Austin Tofte).



And now, as we prance upon this trip of memory lane, we come to the ever referred to 2009 "Ocean Eyes".

Lemme tell you now: Every time someone has asked me what music I enjoy, and I say "Oh, I like to listen to Owl City", the reply with something like this "Ohhhh...Mr. Fireflies...tsk tsk."

;) Just kidding.

The truth is, you either like that song or you don't think it's so hot. There's not much of an in between. But it made him famous, and topped the charts, earning him a whole lotta publicity. However, I'd like you to hear something less bubbled about off of Ocean Eyes.

Here's Tidal Wave (With Matt Thiesson [from Relient K!!] on the back-ups)



Okay, so it's lighthearted, and catchy---but we haven't gotten to the good stuff yet. Notice the contrast between Tidal Wave and The Airway. With Ocean Eyes we start to see Owl City moving further up and further in.

And finally, we come to his latest full-length album, appropriately entitled "All Things Bright and Beautiful."

Yessiree folks, this album is really and truly "all things bright and beautiful" (and it also happens to be in my CD player at the current moment). This twelve-track album, release last year on June 14th, 2011 is really a work of art. All of the songs are beautifully sung---with highs and lows and everything in between. You will also find a remarkable blend of electro-meets-acoustic-in-a-awesomely-fantastic-sort-of-way stuff.

So with that said, I give you a double decker of greatness:

-Kamikaze
-Hospital Flowers (feat. Joann Young in background vocals)





The contrast between these to is just fantastic.

On one hand you have some harsh vocals that blend effortlessly with the synths---while on the other hand you have a soft drawn out tone that glides along with the gentle beat.

Really great stuff.

"BUT WAIT!" You ask. "What about the newest EP?! What about "Shooting Star"!??"

Yes, about that.

This song was released just a few days ago. I'm a little torn with my reaction to it. Mr. Young has made a HUGE leap into the pop side of things, and reverberating from the electronic side. Part of me wonders if this has anything to do with the co-writers and new studio[s] in New York/LA that he's been working in (alas! I miss the basement!).

Now I bring you: Gold (which incidentally was not written by Adam Young, but by someone else...which makes me a little put off...but I still think it's great ;D )



Admittedly, I get a little sad when I listen to this and then go back to The Airway.
They're just so...different.

A bit of nostalgia blows through.

But we're ain't done yet.

Dear friends, it has come to my attention that it is not in his albums that Adam Young shines, but in his singles. I give you now the two greatest samples of art of Owl City.

Lonely Lullaby (Released to iTunes July 19th, 2011)

You have no idea how much writer's inspiration that song has pulled outta me.

But we come to the end. And I end this post with final words and a final song.

Adam Young isn't an inspiration to me for the mere sake of his knowledge of music and perfect-pitch voice. It's because he knows who his Father is. Really and truly. And I pray that he---WE---will never forget that.

And that's why I've written all of this.

In Christ Alone (Released via blog on October 25, 2010)



Amen.

Tuesday, May 22, 2012

Because It's Not Sleeping On The Floor That Kills You---It's The Getting Up Part That Does That

Speaking from experience.

I'm feeling rather musical now. My beloved Owl City has a new EP out!
Oooohh...Ahhhhh.. Blessed electronic synth pops! However, those lil' electros are getting rather sparse. Mr. Young seems to be gravitating towards sophisticated rock then his home field of creative basement mania. Which is rather sad. But nice. All in the same milk crate.

Anyway, look forward to an upcoming Owl post (shattered with actual music samples! WHEEEEEEEEE!! :D ), and if Owl City's not your thing: Run for the hills.

But enough of the spoilers.

I have randomness to conduct!

Okay, so first off, you all should know that I often sign as "Kismint wielder of Sword and Lampshade". If this makes you go "Huh??" and scratch your head, then I am proud of myself.

In explanation:
I have a sword. I have a lampshade. Both within ten feet of myself at the current moment. Thus, the name.

Got it?

Anyway, for the first time ever, I give you PICTURES OF MY SIGNATURE ITEMS!!

(...heavily edited, of course ;D )






 No it's is NOT Sting! It's...ummm....another sword.
MY sword.
I did NOT steal it from Bilbo.
Don't listen to the hobbit. He knows not what he speaks of.

And the lamp/lampshade.

(...admittedly, lamps are not as fun to take pictures of in comparison to swords)


But it gets really epic when you put the two together (no---really!).
So, finally---what you've all been waiting for...!


....No, no! Not that!
THIS:


THE SWORD AND LAMPSHADE!

*sigh*. There it is.

Beautiful. Just beautiful.

In another line of postiness, I must exclaim to all the world that I had noting WHATSOEVER to do with the previous post. That is my disclaimer. Believe it.

Now I must dine on my lunch. I have more to say and I'll say it later.

Goodbye.

PS: Don't burn your mouth on the taco soup that your feasting on as you read these words. It hurts.

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