Creeps

Van Party at a buddy's surf shop.

Film Critique

So if you haven't already heard, I will generously tout Sir Charles Spencer Chaplin as the the greatest filmmaker of all time. His social perspective is amazing and his care for humanity is undeniable, and you see it in the characters he played and the storylines he created. For me "The Tramp" was more than just a lighthearted miscreant, he was humble, and he represented a figure of strength and nobility despite his shabby appearance. Chaplin's films should be a representative of what we are missing in modern cinema, and I'm not talking about Slapstick, I'm talking about content, real content.

City Lights is the single most romantic film ever made, and I will stand by that statement. The film is pure comedy genious, but before the curtain drops, Chaplin leaves you with a feeling that no filmmaker has been able to reproduce quite as brilliantly. Chaplin had an amazing ability to tug at the heartstrings of his captivated audience, and this film does just that. Without hesitation I can say that this is my favorite film ever made. And so… when that final scene plays, I'm left with heavily glazed eyes and a warm feeling in my belly. Now that's is what I call cinema!

i'm not at home
i have no instruments, no instruments
i'm using yours
i'm throwing pillows on the floor, on the floor

and when i'm home, i'm not at home
and when i'm home, i'm not at home
i'm having thoughts of driving in a storm
i was in a storm

i'm not in love
i'd like to say i never was, never was
it wasn't real, now i can say it wasn't real

and when i'm home, i'm not at home
and when i'm home, i'm not at home
i'm crossing fingers i won't run into…
run into you

This is my sentiment with the New America and it's modernistic ideals.

You have high self esteem, but your self satisfaction lacks merit. Your sense of entitlement is based on this self image, but nobody else can see it. You think you earned respect the day you were born, yet you've depleted all the credit. This life requires integrity and honor, and you haven't even begun to understand where to find it.

A cocktail means class.

Why not order something with a little class, you're getting older, more mature, it's time you order something a little more refined. My personal recommendation for the whiskey drinker, an Old Fashioned.

The Old Fashioned is one of the Six Basic Drinks as listed in David A. Embury's, The Fine Art Of Mixing Drinks published in 1948.

• 12 parts whiskey
• 1 Part simple syrup
• 1-3 dashes of bitters
In an Old Fashioned Glass, add bitters to simple syrup and stir. Add about 1 ounce of whiskey and stir again. Add two cubes of cracked, but not crushed, ice and top off with the rest of the whiskey. Twist lemon peel over the top and serve garnished with the lemon peel and a maraschino cherry.

The three basic components of any cocktail can be modified to taste.

Eggs a la turncoat.

A friend of mine makes eggs.

Eggs Benedict from Erin Crist on Vimeo.

Secret Valley

It's actually not a big secret, but not everybody that camps out here knows how to find this valley. I'm looking forward to the weather cooling off so I can plan some trips out here with my friends. It's going to be awesome riding my motorbike out here too, the trails are full of curves, ruts, and soft spots, perfect for my knobby tires.

Gabe is 30???

This means going out on another school night. Tomorrow night, I'm guessing around 10pm? It's Gabe though, so who really knows. Band: Blackout Party.

Inspiration: Mark Mahoney