yea buddy, thermals underneath jeans result in warm legs.
bhurin
playlist:
thursday - kill the houselights
Thursday, November 29, 2007
Thursday, November 22, 2007
airplanes, updates, and the internets
let's update!
its been three months since i've been in the city and now i'm back home for the thanksgiving break. its always strange to come back to a familiar city and navigate through the smells and memories that you inevitably leave behind. but its good to be back, a nice break from the hustle and bustle that is new york city.
a quick update, i've finally purchased http://www.bhurin.com. so hopefully in the very near future i'll have my personal website up with writings, music, and pictures. you know, extra stuff to clutter the internet.
please visit welovelancehahn.com if you have a chance. its dedicated to the memory of lance hahn, punk rocker and role model. i still remember when i listening to j church in high school and finding out that the singer and lead guitarist (lance) was asian. later on while at college, i met him at sound exchange, the record store that was right next to campus. he was a super nice and humble individual and has definitely impacted my life with his music and spirit. if you also have chance, definitely check out j church. drama of alienation is a killer album.
i leave you with a few things i've written.
observations on delta flight 1603
non-stop service to atlanta, georgia
1. i am sitting in seat 24b waiting for our delayed departure due to a fueling error. i cannot quite understand the miscalculation of 7,000 gallons worth of fuel that now needs to be relieved from the bladder of the plane. to put that into perspective, that is 7,000 jugs of milk. the phenomena of loading an extra 7,000 jugs of milk without noticing is beyond me. and yes, even i have limitations.
2. there is an ensemble of extremely extroverted children who have yet to grasp the concept of volume control and common courtesy. they sing in surround sound.
3. there is one child in particular who has already developed his own unique style that closely resembles a higher pitched arnold schwarzenegger cry from on of his earlier hollywood works.
4. two rows ahead of my sits a young family accompanied by two poop machines and an urgency to direct a new seating arrangement inspired by their convenience. the mother is playing an audible version of "tag" in her best witch/troll voice. this elicits a crescendoing series of cries from the child until he uncontrollably explodes with piercing excitement, shattering the eardrums of passengers within a thirty row radius of him. there are only thirty rows on this plane, no one is safe.
5. for the lack of a better name, mr. wiggles is suffocating in a sea of denim as he grows batwings in the cramped middle seat.
6. one of the flight attendants is working very hard to sell us the in flight culinary entertainment of cheese crackers, biscoff cookies, and salted peanuts. underneath her smile and cheery tone is a dying spirit that knows damn well that these poor excuses for snacks on a $400 flight do not warrant such deceitful lies. i take the cheese crackers just to be polite though.
7. one of the other flight attendants serving drinks stands at a whopping 6'5". towering over the seats with her head flirting with a collision course with the lavatory sign, she battles her way down the narrow cabin aisle, demanding undivided attention as her baritone voice rattles your insides, loosening your bowels. at that very moment, i realized where the sounds of thunder come from.
8. the woman sitting directly to the right of me across the aisle has just checked to see whether or not her breasts have fallen out of the unusually low cut shirt. much to our surprise, they are still tucked away.
9. i am sitting next to the jet turbine. the sound is deafening. i can feel my brain squeeze itself, trying to hold on to sanity, as the turbines soar into a rhythmic wave of highs and lows. there is a wavering tone that makes my eyes feel like their going to burst like grapes in the microwave.
10. there are no comfortable positions to sleep on the plane.
love,
bhurin
playlist:
bouncing souls discography
reggae radio channels on itunes
its been three months since i've been in the city and now i'm back home for the thanksgiving break. its always strange to come back to a familiar city and navigate through the smells and memories that you inevitably leave behind. but its good to be back, a nice break from the hustle and bustle that is new york city.
a quick update, i've finally purchased http://www.bhurin.com. so hopefully in the very near future i'll have my personal website up with writings, music, and pictures. you know, extra stuff to clutter the internet.
please visit welovelancehahn.com if you have a chance. its dedicated to the memory of lance hahn, punk rocker and role model. i still remember when i listening to j church in high school and finding out that the singer and lead guitarist (lance) was asian. later on while at college, i met him at sound exchange, the record store that was right next to campus. he was a super nice and humble individual and has definitely impacted my life with his music and spirit. if you also have chance, definitely check out j church. drama of alienation is a killer album.
i leave you with a few things i've written.
observations on delta flight 1603
non-stop service to atlanta, georgia
1. i am sitting in seat 24b waiting for our delayed departure due to a fueling error. i cannot quite understand the miscalculation of 7,000 gallons worth of fuel that now needs to be relieved from the bladder of the plane. to put that into perspective, that is 7,000 jugs of milk. the phenomena of loading an extra 7,000 jugs of milk without noticing is beyond me. and yes, even i have limitations.
2. there is an ensemble of extremely extroverted children who have yet to grasp the concept of volume control and common courtesy. they sing in surround sound.
3. there is one child in particular who has already developed his own unique style that closely resembles a higher pitched arnold schwarzenegger cry from on of his earlier hollywood works.
4. two rows ahead of my sits a young family accompanied by two poop machines and an urgency to direct a new seating arrangement inspired by their convenience. the mother is playing an audible version of "tag" in her best witch/troll voice. this elicits a crescendoing series of cries from the child until he uncontrollably explodes with piercing excitement, shattering the eardrums of passengers within a thirty row radius of him. there are only thirty rows on this plane, no one is safe.
5. for the lack of a better name, mr. wiggles is suffocating in a sea of denim as he grows batwings in the cramped middle seat.
6. one of the flight attendants is working very hard to sell us the in flight culinary entertainment of cheese crackers, biscoff cookies, and salted peanuts. underneath her smile and cheery tone is a dying spirit that knows damn well that these poor excuses for snacks on a $400 flight do not warrant such deceitful lies. i take the cheese crackers just to be polite though.
7. one of the other flight attendants serving drinks stands at a whopping 6'5". towering over the seats with her head flirting with a collision course with the lavatory sign, she battles her way down the narrow cabin aisle, demanding undivided attention as her baritone voice rattles your insides, loosening your bowels. at that very moment, i realized where the sounds of thunder come from.
8. the woman sitting directly to the right of me across the aisle has just checked to see whether or not her breasts have fallen out of the unusually low cut shirt. much to our surprise, they are still tucked away.
9. i am sitting next to the jet turbine. the sound is deafening. i can feel my brain squeeze itself, trying to hold on to sanity, as the turbines soar into a rhythmic wave of highs and lows. there is a wavering tone that makes my eyes feel like their going to burst like grapes in the microwave.
10. there are no comfortable positions to sleep on the plane.
love,
bhurin
playlist:
bouncing souls discography
reggae radio channels on itunes
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